5.9.15 Strictly Come Dancing, My Darling

Horrendous, TalentlESS Entity

Strictly Come Dancing is underway, and the prospects look damper than a slug's cunt.  The cliches were rolled out by one and in in the launch show. Toss Daly managed to use the term "My Darling" eleven times, and I suggest that all eleven recipients of this comment view her as anything BUT their darling!  Apparently Jeremy Vine wants to give up dad dancing, and 'move like Jagger' . . . . . . so, still dad dancing then.

This non-show wasted all our time, with introductions and pairings being announced.  The ministrations of Foghorn Leghorn were, as ever, enough to make anyone cringe.  Ainsley Harriott was amusing, mainly because he is addicted to that joker's grin.  I suspect he smiles when he sleeps.

The Joker

Kirsty Gallacher referred to herself in abbreviated form, with a "come on Kirst" . . . . . hmmm, maybe "cursed" would be better?

Bored to Death (us, by her)

Daniel O'Donnell is the most boring bloke that Ireland has ever produced, and we are going to have to suffer him for longer than (strictly) necessary because he has so many fans among the older generation that he will probably get votes he'll not deserve.  This year's duffer has been paired with Kristina Rihanoff, who allegedly wanted someone 'bland' whom she would not be tempted to screw.  Well, he fits the bill.

I wonder if Talentless Daly might learn how to pronounce "Judges" before she draws her last breath on earth.  I wish she would get it right, although if it speeds up her disappearance, then I'll happily forego any opportunity to hear her say it correctly.

Poor Pasha was left with a duffer, a weather woman (is that a real job?) to round off the pairings.  Maybe Anton will survive a bit longer this year, although not much linger, I suspect, with Katie Dereham.

The input from the four judges was embarrassing, as well as dire, and they should all have had toast and Marmite, watching a film at home.  This would have saved them having to make inane comments, and listening to Tess growling like a provoked rottweiler.


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