Who would have believed that a cooking programme could thrash a footie game in the war of the telly ratings?
Yet the runaway surprise success of The Great British Bake-Off has led to just that.
Fans will know that the series ended its fourth run with an all-girl power final between confident Kimberley, moaning minnie Ruby and my favourite, fabulous finisher Frances,who was crowned winner with her prize pie, perfect pretzels and pretty three-tiered confetti wedding cake.
I was so relieved Ruby didn’t win, as it meant that silly story about judge Paul Hollywood allegedly fancying her went as flat as a pancake.
But I did enjoy the naughty innuendo banter between comic presenters Mel Giedroyc and Sue Perkins.
Cookery programmes seem to enjoying a real revival.
Bake-Off has been a massive hit with around eight million viewers regularly tuning in to the Tuesday night slot, making it the channel’s most successful programme.
The next series is being moved to BBC1 in the hope it will turn us into a nation of bakers and encourage us modern girls to trade our designer clothes and handbags for snazzy aprons and sandwich tins.
The silver fox Paul has become the new housewives’ heart-throb. Who needs Christian Grey and Fifty Shades when you have this sexy baker, who is not only easy on the eye but can conjur up some mouthwatering culinary delights fit for a queen?
He is sure to be a sell-out when he appears at Portsmouth Guildhall next May in a tour of his first-ever live show.
I’ve already booked my seat in the hope I’ll pick up some valuable cooking skills.
I’m afraid I need pretty basic stuff though, such as how to turn my oven on and how long you cook a poached egg for in a microwave.
Apparently, Paul’s show will culminate in four lucky, randomly-picked audience members coming up on stage to bake with him and take on a baking challenge with the chance to be dubbed star baker.
Please pick me Paul. I may be a beginner, but I’m willing to learn – especially if you teach me!