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Strictly Come Tweeting (10.11.18)


I’ve tweeted about Strictly less over the past few weeks, which is probably best for all concerned, though it’s fair to say that when I feel the need to pass comment, it’s usually on the same subject.

That subject is Tess Daly, who hosts the show like she’s recently been discharged from hospital following a full frontal-lobotomy. While I’m sure she enjoys the programme really, she sounds like she's barely paying attention, so much so I suspect she sneaks off for a cheeky fag whenever anyone's dancing; if she attempts to connect with what’s going on she winds up sounding like an android with a dodgy faux-emotion chip.

It all boils down to a simple misunderstanding of comedy. Since the days of Brucie she’s delivered her set-ups as punchlines, which makes the gags fall flat; she’s so busy gurning and overdoing it, she kills the joke stone dead. This is particularly evident when she does a link to camera with Claudia, where her hamming up of the feedline forces Claudia to play the joke like it didn’t work, when it might have done if Tess just delivered her part neutrally, She also confuses repeating the judges’ feedback verbatim with contributing anything to it.

See below for this week’s tweets:

7:15PM: Tess couldn't give a fuck about the band.

7:16PM: "Boo" say the audience in response to Craig's feedback on gapping, because the audience are well-versed in what that means.

7:24PM: I'd like a little sample board for me to press whenever I want it to trigger the sentence, "Shut up, Tess".

7:31PM: Pasha not wearing shoes means Paul is dead.

7:32PM: "Oh, that was so moving", says Tess, who's never experienced emotion in her life.

7:37PM: Have they actually BEEN to Blackpool? (you don't want to go to Blackpool)

7:40PM: "Ski...spray...hitch a ride...macho man..."

8:05PM: The full lyric sheet for MMMBop is available to download from the #Strictly website.

8:12PM: Lauren and AJ's was lovely, particularly at the end.
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