By Sally Windsor, company director.
I’m not going to lie; my Saturday nights are largely made up of the same steady format: Eat dinner, bath child, (child sleeps), drink tea on sofa with my boyfriend Matt, and watch as much reality TV pap as I can physically force through my eyeballs.
And I know I’m not alone, especially since the beginning of September when the trusty King and Queen of reality TV Christmas came in to nest; since X Factor and Strictly started, I’ve been glued to both, and unlike my critical fellow journalists, I find it impossible to slag either programme off… but that doesn’t stand for the contestants.
The question on everyone’s lips tonight is; has Frankie used his last can of Elnett? Week one and that first audition – I admit it, as what would be considered an older female, I had a twinkle in my eye for this cheeky so-and-so with his multi-tattooed buttocks stated his famous conquests. Oh, to be five little letters on that left peachy cheek – or just a mere two in Jo Burrows case. I thought for, well, 30 seconds – and pegged him as one to watch.
But just as his ego, and in turn hair got bigger – his seemingly inept level of talent depleted. Pete Doherty he was not, especially not with that perfectly GHD-created ‘mess’ on his head. We all realised that he was about as rock n’ roll as a Lollipop lady. Whatever Gary says.
Once the eyeliner was slapped on like the buttercream on top of a red velvet cupcake, what transpired was something in this: He came on stage, he shouted, he touched his hair a lot, he left. It was quite an anti-climax, but well – it’s hardly stopped any of us tuning in every week. Even if every person in the country physically cringes when Tulisa does her weird arm salute.
As for Strictly, it was my first love – and it will be my last. When transfixed by a TV show I really love, it cuts so deep that I seem to be able to make the stars my imaginary best friends.
In the past, I’ve been best friends, and then mourned Adriana from the Sopranos, Stringer Bell’s mistress and I’m not going to hide the fact that in my make-believe telly world, I go round to James and Ola Jordan’s house for dinner about once a fortnight where they teach me to rumba.
What I really wanted to say is that we all get caught up in our television programmes and have our favourites – and where would our weekends be without them?
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