This week on Strictly Come Casualty, Craig’s hip op gifted him a giant Bond villain sparkly throne, a garbled Bruce seemingly dipped into Craig’s meds, and from among the assorted dance injuries emerged a clutch of wildly confused dances. Has Fusion Week come early? From Spanish sambas to Vienneso dobles, with a dose of furniture […]
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.