Week 8 BREAKING NEWS: while our stars were distracted by feathery fans, camp cowboys and dizzying hyperbole, their Blackpool dressing rooms were beset by seaside bandits. Possibly pirates. Rumours that their haul included all of the judges’ low scoring paddles remain unconfirmed. Yet how else to explain Saturday’s WTF marking? Of course, the judging process […]
Week 7, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways: 1. Claudia! 2. No theme! 3. Actual dancing! 4. Bye bye, Dave! 5. After 10 million references to Blackpool, Darcey still confused it with Brighton! (I can’t judge – I’m hazy about anything outside Zone 2.)
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.