First off it was Ta Ta to Tina O'Brien, proving there's a (very limited) time and place for Pleather and Saturday Night Prime Time Television isn't one of them.
Followed last week by a Misty Eyed Jim Mistry:
Gawd Bless him; I'd be emotional too if I'd delivered that Quickstep and I was booted out while other talentless contestants stayed.
Talking of which, Anton might finally realise (although in a rather twisted manner) his dream of dancing in the competition at Christmas.
I am actually starting to find the Ann Widdecombe circus slightly cruel. I know there are two schools of thought and in the beginning I did think 'Well done to you for having go'. I also thought she may be an unlikely ambassador for dance, proving that it has massive benefits for all shapes, sizes and ages and that you don't necessarily have to be young, lithe and Hollywood perfect to participate and enjoy dancing.
However I'm now worried that she may be having the opposite effect as I fear the public is laughing at her not with her and I'm a little tired of the same 'Comedy' routine that gets rolled out each week, which always involves Anton dragging her around the floor and bad mime.
Whilst we're on the subject of repetitive: 'Felicity enough with the splits'. I actually found myself agreeing with Alesha Dixon last weekend and had to immediately check that Hell hadn't frozen over!
Yes, we get it, you do yoga three times a week, you're flexible, well done. Although if I'm being picky, technically you're not actually doing the splits:
Scooootttt! I have developed a little bit of a Ballroom crush on you; your Tango actually made me cry and the last time I wept at anything on the Telly it was Darcey's Farewell Curtain Call at Covent Garden, well I say wept, howled like a Banshee whilst tears poured down my face would be a more accurate description of that Balletic Event.
And your Halloween Viennese Waltz was superb:
Whilst we're on the subject of my Nemesis I would also like to say 'Ten Out of Ten' to Matt and Aliona for their music choice on Saturday night; an arrangement of the Kylie Minogue/Nick Cave Duet 'Where The wild Roses Grow' and for incorporating a garden swing into their routine. Outstanding!
Special mentions should also go to Patsy for embracing her inner Kylie and thoroughly enjoying her (in the words of Revel Horwood) Chavtastic Cha Cha Cha. Go On Gal!
And also to Gavin Henson, not only for a rather accomplished Cha Cha Cha (very impressive hip action!) but also, more importantly, for managing to keep some of his clothes on. Well done Gav!
Well lets see what tomorrow night brings!
Ballet Bitch xx
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