Strictly speaking And so to Luuuuuurve Week, meaning the set became a nauseating shrine to DIY bargain-basement tackiness. Why? Truly, we may never know. It’s up there with the great mysteries of the age, like what was really in that briefcase in Pulp Fiction.
Week 2 AKA Girls Run The World Week saw a cluster of female celebs at the top of the leaderboard and the slick duo of Tess and Claudia helming the show with a startling level of professionalism.
Strictly finally kicked off Series 11 with promising debuts, actual training footage, soapy plotlines (excuse me while I tend to my deadly knee injury while going into labour DURING THIS BLOG) and a performance that should have come with a serious health warning. Honestly, I’m thinking of trading in my HD telly. Officially blind in […]
It’s back! Forget X Factor, forget Stepping Out, if you can (my eyes! Oh, my eyes!), for Strictly Come Dancing, the real star of Saturday-night entertainment, has returned, and it’s as joyously deranged as ever.
Week 12 And then we came to the end. Not the world (sorry, Mayans!), though to loyal sequin superfans or anyone not seduced by Louis’s “guns”, it may feel that way. Still, we now have our Strictly champions after an action-packed night featuring three gosh-no-not-at-all-trained girls and one acrobat with his top off.
Week 11 Last night’s hotly-contested Sports Personality of the Year was a showcase not just of achievement (and facial hair), but of the qualities we look for in our heroes: grace under pressure, perseverance in the face of overwhelming obstacles, commitment, humility and passion in your pursuit – a passion shared with others. Not to […]
This week’s Strictly caused almighty (con)fusion. Did the gimmick bring something new to the show? Yes. Did it work? Um…not exactly.
Week 9 The message of this week’s Strictly is that we must beware the ballroom gods. Sometimes they are benevolent, and bestow sequinned favours upon us, but sometimes we invoke their wrath. And the wrath of the ballroom gods is a terrible thing to behold. Thus it came to pass that Kimberley, with her array of […]
Week 8 The only good thing about Strictly‘s disaaaahstrous Wembley Week is that the following show, bathed in the rosy light of Television Centre, automatically becomes one of the best of the series. We can hear human speech! The mob is not roaring outside the gates! No one feels the need to feign the gift […]
Week 7 Ah, Strictly’s Wembley Week – a party to which the TV viewers are not invited. “It’s a brilliant atmosphere here!” people howled at us with increasing levels of desperation (and from the bottom of a lake in 1964 if the sound was anything to go by). In order to reassure us that this was […]
Week 6 This week’s Strictly was a test run. We all know Brucie won’t be around forever, and can there be a show without him? I hate to wish a sudden career end on anyone, but the answer is a resounding YES. And why? Because of the quick-witted, adlibbing, gently caustic, genuinely warm presenting goddess […]
Week 5 Phew! After last week’s horror fest – in execution more than premise – Strictly got back on track with a theme-free weekend, bar the occasional grating fireworks gag (mainly bleated out by Tess during links. Has Bruce rubbed off on her, or can they not even trust him with the puns these days?). […]