The Weekly Entertainment Round-Up Of The Last Seven Days In The world Of Entertainment.The week entertainment news finally snapped, put on a sequinned cape, and said “Fine, let’s be weird.”

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Ladies and gentlemen, strap in. Entertainment has had a week so gloriously unhinged that even by 2026 standards  a year in which celebrities regularly announce life‑changing events via scented candle collaborations  this one deserves a medal.


We begin with Cher, who at 80 years old has been officially declared fashion’s greatest risk taker, which is impressive because fashion these days includes people wearing trousers made of recycled crisp packets. Cher, however, has transcended all that. She has reached the stage of life where she can walk onto a red carpet wearing a live falcon and the fashion world will nod respectfully and say, “Iconic.” Most of us at 80 will be proud if we can successfully operate a cardigan. Cher is out here reinventing the concept of fabric.

Meanwhile, the Ivor Novello Awards happened, which is the music industry’s annual reminder that musicians other than Ed Sheeran exist. Sam Fender, Rosalía, and Jacob Alon all scooped major honours, while Sir Elton John received a special award for being Elton John, which frankly is fair. The man has worn more sequins than the combined output of every craft shop in Britain. If anyone deserves a lifetime achievement trophy shaped like a giant pair of sunglasses, it’s him.

In baby news  because entertainment journalism cannot go more than 48 hours without a celebrity producing a small human  Nicola Roberts of Girls Aloud has announced the birth of her baby girl. Fans are delighted, tabloids are already speculating about the child’s future career, and somewhere a PR intern is drafting a press release titled “Baby’s First Lullaby Playlist: Curated by Auntie Kimberley.” The kid is probably already more famous than most of us.

Over in the land of radio drama, The Archers has celebrated its 75th anniversary, which means it has been on air longer than most of its listeners last. This is a show where the biggest plot twist of the decade might be someone buying a new tractor. Yet millions tune in, because nothing soothes the British soul like hearing fictional farmers argue about milk quotas. At this point, The Archers is less a programme and more a national emotional support animal.

Then we have Toy Story 5, a film franchise that refuses to die, much like the toys themselves. The latest casting announcement is Bad Bunny, who will voice a forgotten pizza toy. This raises several questions, chiefly: what exactly is a pizza toy? Is it a toy shaped like pizza? A pizza that talks? A slice that has seen things? Pixar will no doubt make us cry about it anyway. By the end of the film we’ll all be weeping into our popcorn saying, “He just wanted to be loved… even though he was covered in imaginary grease.

But the true pièce de résistance of the week comes from the Osbourne family, who have announced that an AI‑powered avatar of Ozzy Osbourne may make its first UK appearance in Birmingham. Yes, that’s right: a hyper‑real digital Ozzy. Because apparently one Ozzy was not enough. This avatar will presumably wander around saying things like “Where am I?” and “Sharon!” in ultra‑high resolution. It’s unclear whether the AI version will bite the head off a virtual bat, but if it does, tech journalists will call it “a bold step forward in immersive chaos.”

So to recap: Cher is still outdressing the entire planet, musicians are winning awards faster than you can say “industry showcase,” a Girls Aloud baby has arrived, The Archers is now old enough to qualify for a free TV Licence, Bad Bunny is playing a traumatised pizza, and we’re about to meet Digital Ozzy, who may or may not overthrow humanity depending on battery life.

In other words: entertainment is thriving, confused, sparkly, and slightly dangerous  exactly how we like it.

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