Well, I hope those po-faced judges are proud of themselves. Now that John Sergeant and his lovely Ginsters-pasty face have bowed to their carping and waltzed off Strictly Come Dancing, what are they left with? A show that's 90 per cent less interesting than it was last week and, I'd guess, a BBC paymaster that feels like killing them.
Lest you didn't know, Sergeant - aka the pig in sequins - resigned yesterday after relentless slagging from the judges. They said that he was lowering standards by dancing like a warthog in shiny trousers yet week after week being voted back on the show.
This was because the viewers at home liked him and picked up their phones and paid to vote. They even mounted a Facebook campaign to spread the word and keep him in. Call me an old fool, but I thought this was the whole point of public voting.
But, oh no. We know nothing. So the judges moved in and put us in our place. “Is it a ballroom dance competition or is it Sunday Night at the London Palladium, in which case we should just bring in some fire-eaters,” tutted Craig Revel Horwood. “This is a dance competition. It's not Strictly Come Entertainment.”
Er, how can we put this, Craig? Yes. It. Is. You are only there to keep viewers entertained while they eat their Pringles, just like Brucie in The Generation Game and the old man playing the spoons at the end of the pier were. So come down off your high horse.
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