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?). […]
Week 4 Something wicked this way comes… Two theme shows in a row, and sadly Strictly went from bad to totally crackers.
Week 3 Hollywood Week on Strictly was the equivalent of a resolutely reformed character falling off the wagon. Cardinal sins included: The return of the horrific “comedy” VTs and gimmicks. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water… A disappointing lack of content in some routines. Still, this gives us the […]
Week 2 Week 2 of Strictly saw a leaderboard shake-up, pick‘n’mix dances (because it’s always easy to compare a foxtrot and a salsa with Viennese and a jive, ya? OK?), and the reappearance of something more hated than Jaws, Piers Morgan and George Osborne combined: the dreaded dance-off.
Week 1 The tenth series of Strictly promises to be the year of subtle yet insidious sabotage.
Can you believe it? Against all odds, this Saturday teatime, light-entertainment treat involving perma-tanned celebs tangoing to Priscilla and stripping to Hot Chocolate (yes, that really happened), beloved of grannies, kids, dance fanatics and students with ironic viewing preferences alike, has survived general scepticism, format tinkering and the continued onslaught of He Who Must Not Be Named […]
Week 12 Finally, we have a “Strictly” champion! Deservedly, if somewhat predictably, amiable drummer and professional man candy Harry Judd made it a Mcdouble, following in the dance steps of other likeable British chaps (Tom Chambers, Chris Hollins, Mark Ramprakash etc.). What’s next for McFlies 3 and 4? “Countdown” and “Mastermind”? Of course, the real […]
Week 11 Can you believe it’s the “Strictly” semi-final already? Just as well – I fear for Tess’s sanity if she has to deliver any more puns. Mind you, I bet she’s now a major hit at Christmas parties, nailing every cracker joke before it’s even half uttered. (“Tinselitis!” “Low elf esteem!” “A CONFUSED SNOWFLAKE!”)