That test should not be about ratings. What should weigh is the knowledge that a public broadcaster delivers programmes that matter.
Food is about communal togetherness. Our family does sit at the table. I think it's a great tragedy if a family doesn't have a table, as there is such an atmosphere of good will and warmth when we have eight people sitting around it.
The BBC has the obligation to think big. And at the moment, that clarion call sounds an uncertain note to me.
I have to grit my teeth sometimes, knowing I am going to be written about. But I think it is my life, and I don't want to get people interested in debating it. But I do feel that if you are going to put yourself about as a public person on a television screen, there's a curiosity.
The BBC produces wonderful programmes; it also produces a load of old rubbish.
I deplore the loss of arts on BBC One and Two.
I ought to rejoice in the fact that our principal rival has died, but I don't.
The long, forensic interview really matters.
The moment seemed right to me for a full and, if possible, authoritative portrait of the life and character of the Prince of Wales.
Over the last two years, I have been able to comb through The Prince's archives. I have been free to read his journals, diaries and many thousands of the letters.
Anyone who thinks that you become a journalist or broadcaster in order to be a wallflower needs to think again.
For a few months when I was about 17, I smoked a small cigar because I thought it looked cool and it would get me the girls. It didn't.
My two great treats in life are baked beans and vanilla ice-cream.
I used to hunt as a child but gave up the chase in my 'Ho Ho Ho Chi-Minh, we shall fight and we shall win' chanting and marching days - by which time I had come to share Oscar Wilde's feelings about 'the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.'
Travelling to make television programmes means I have some unusual food memories. In Pasto, Colombia, I was taken to a restaurant where I chose my meat for the evening from a cage of white rats. It tasted perfectly good - like rabbit.
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