The BBC is so desperate that it is squeezing every last drop of so-called entertainment out of the programme. I am waiting for the 'John Sergeant' factor to grip us regarding all of Ann Widdecombe's performances and input; how we'll all roll about laughing and metaphorically patting each other on the back to celebrate the 'good sport' aspect of her troll-like efforts. Saturday for the main programme, Sunday for results, and every other day for updates - what the fuck! As far as I am concerned, Strictly Cum Cuntin' is overdoing things.
PS. Bruce, please retire with as much grace as you can salvage.
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