I never thought I’d hear myself say this, but this year I’m already suffering from SCDF – that is, Stricly Come Dancing fatigue.
I love the show and enjoy the ‘journey’ (ugh!) many of the Strictly celebs go through, but I haven’t been able to get into it at all yet this year.
The problem, as I see it, is that the BBC – in their eternal quest for ratings and freshening it up – has gone a step too far.
The introduction of a Strictly show on Friday is unnecessary, even if they have ditched the Sunday results show. It feels too early in the week.
My other big gripe is with the number of contestants. They’ve split them into two groups for while, but unfortunately, as the Strictly budget has been cut, so has the calibre of celebs.
Think back to the early years and every single participant was a household name – even Quentin Wilson, bless his cotton socks.
Now, you need to be the king or queen of trash TV ‘and’ an avid sports fan to have any idea of who they all are. Let’s face it, how many Crimewatch-loving, Hollyoaks-goggling, horseracing and tennis fans do you know?
Ricky Whittall may be a darned good dancer, but I don’t give a monkey’s about him at the moment.
Proof that I’m not feeling Strictly yet, either, is to be had because I haven’t set the series link for Strictly: It Takes Two. Love Claudia Winkleman, but not this early in the ‘season’.
Of course, I can guarantee that by the end of the series, I’ll be glued and desperately hoping Ricky Groves wins – C’mon Ricky!
