Saturday night television presented no real dilemma as regards what to watch. The glut of rugby meant that BBC1 offering Strictly Come Dancing as an alternative was welcome. In terms of entertainment, it certainly ticked the box. I even managed to stomach the ludicrous number of puns and cliches, along with the exceedingly tiresome VTs that preceded each and every dance. What was impossible to stomach, though, was Tess Daly.
Strictly Not Necessary
Sadly I must go on record as someone who realises now that however awful Bruce Forsythe was as host on SCD, the growling, patronising, talentless bloke known as Tess Daly is in fact much worse.
I fear that we are lumbered with her for some time to come. I have no idea why the BBC feels obliged to retain her "services", but somehow Turbo Diesel has contrived to make the position her own. With a 4.2 litre TD engine, there is no shortage of grunt. Her constant revving is nauseating, and Vernon needs to have a word.
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