Yes, it’s that dark week of Strictly. The week when our first couple is thrown out of paradise, and also the week when at least one blogger develops crippling RSI. Still, at least 15 dances meant marginally less filler. Just time for a few Tess jokes to bomb, Claudia to inch over the pre-watershed line by roaring for “GLEBBY GLEBBY GLEBBERS” while brandishing handcuffs, and our couples to trudge through a grim mire of terminally unfunny “comedy” VTs.
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