Well, I think few will dispute that it was Peter Shilton’s time to go. His dance was abysmal – even/especially the showcase trick where he flipped Erin upside down in a sort of 69 lift of ewww. I was just glad I hadn’t had my dinner yet. Sorry Anita! Oh, and can I have your £1 please?!
Am sad to see Erin go, though - Miss Whiplash is an old stalwart after all. (By the way, does anyone else share my incredulity that she’s 32? Erin 32!?!?! Her abs aside, I thought she was pushing 40, easy.) Anyway, I loved that Erin had clearly decided to take on Natalie ‘All Time’ Lowe in the ‘who can look the most pleased to be wearing the most incredibly disgusting costume’ stakes and was putting up quite a fight. This week Natalie wore a tango dress made of a million dead canaries, but that wasn’t even her best/worst. Who can forget Nat’s checked shirt knotted under boobs + electric blue shiny jeggings + random hideous sweatband + matching outfit for male partner Scott? It clearly edges out Erin’s bowler hat + waistcoat (no shirt) + Fraggle Rock furry mini mirkin + tights with suspenders drawn on. But it’s a close call.
Other highlight – the moment of the series so far in fact (and PLEASE iPlayer it, if you haven’t already) - was Gavin Henson’s hushed reverence as he proclaimed his love and esteem for his all time hero; a man he had finally met the week before, having admired him and his numerous achievements from afar for a very long time. That man? That hero?
Mr Peter Andre.
I had tears of comedy joy streaming down my face within seconds, then my sister rang me and we continued laughing for a least a good solid minute before we were able to say hello. Isabelle summed it up: “I was going to text you, but then I thought, no, this is a phone call moment”. How right she was. A-MA-ZING. I’m torn really – Henson is a munty, arrogant, stunned-trout-faced charisma vacuum and an atrocious dancer to boot, but I will never tire of laughing at his VTs.
Also worth a mention: Matt Baker’s tash, unicycle and ever sweaty forehead. And that was the week that snogged - my God they were all at it! Well, four of them. Bendy Kendall and everyone’s favourite Italian Pony Vinthent had a go, and then Kensit and Robin String-Vest followed suit. I have to say, Patsy and Robin is my favourite showmance of the series – it’s wonderful to see such a beautiful relationship developing between hag and fag. It's what every divorcee needs.
As for next week – surely Michelle’s in danger? Yes she tries, but my God, she’s not very good, is she? And with Brendan back, she can’t even rely on everyone’s love for Ian ‘tall’ Waite.
Finally, unlike the ridiculously quick-to-boo anything even mildly negative audience, I cheered CRH's view that Team Annton should have been in the Bottom Two (sorry Ben). I’m actually not even acknowledging Ann’s presence anymore. Total denial. It’s the only coping strategy that’s working...)
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