What aspect of Strictly Come Dancing might be deemed 'unnecessary' then? Well, a number of things.
1 - By far and away the most annoying thing about the programme is that Tess Daly seems to have been ordained as main presenter, and is doing a fantastic job at annoying the cunting fuck out of me just as much as Bruce Forsyth did. This brash Foghorn Leghorn persona is simply unsuited to any of the media other than journalism. You see, a newspaper article does not have any sound (let alone a volume control). TV or radio options should not be extended to Tess, whose next gig is to stand in for the Eddystone lighthouse when the maintenance means downtime for the lights. Her voice will uncomfortably warn ships of the rocks, and give every ship's crew the fucking shits at the same time.
2 - Donny Osmond made a guest appearance this week, offering his input from the panel of judges. His input, aside from referring to anyone/everyone as 'baby' was as useful as Judy Murray is to Anton du Beke. The silly whooping from females scattered in the audience when Osmond enthused about something was pathetic, and whilst phrasing most commonly switches this comment around, we was sorely welcomed, and will be gladly missed.
3 - There are simply too many contestants who serve as padding. I don't as in the case that could be made for Alison Hammond, refer to the bulk involved, but the pointlessness of extending the length of the programme through inclusion of people not worth a jot. Gregg Wallace should have been left to wallow in a kitchen somewhere, and fortunately he was ejected at the first opportunity. Tim Wonnacott is just irrelevant, as is the Bloke from Blue. This is a title shared by a few chaps who seem to pop up with some regularity on all manner of programmes on TV. This time it's Simon Webbe who has blocked participation from one of the others - for your reference, and to help you avoid anything they ever feature in, they are Antony Costa, Duncan James and Lee Ryan. Jennifer Gibney reminds me of Rupert Everett in his role as Miss Fritton at St Trinians. Scott Mills should go home. There's an ex-rugby player (isn't there always?) whom I've never heard of, and a 'wildlife presenter' of some sort. Finally, the overweight one is included, this year it's one who's about one-and-a-half of Lisa Riley. Mark Wright is of course in it as well, because this chap seems destined to be forced upon us, whether by the BBC idiots or the direst of dicks running ITV2. He's a nice enough chap though, and with a brain he'd possible have some uses.
4 - Judy Murray deserves special mention, under a bullet point of her own. Hmmmm . . . bullet. Anyway, I digress. Unfortunately for the viewing public, Judy Murray is being presented as someone in whom we have an interest. I believe she has a famous son, one who plays a game for a living and has recently got quite good. Obviously playing games is qualification these days for being a 'celebrity'. It now seems that being the mother of someone who can hit a ball is also deemed suitable as qualification for such a status, and gives reason enough for the TV Licence payers to stump up (sorry, that's cricket) serve up thousands of pounds so she can grin at the screen and scare my dog. Poor Anton du Beke. What has he done to deserve getting the dross each year?
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