I'm not normally a devotee of Saturday night tv, I have seen X factor while getting ready to *** out for a couple of sherbets but last night because it was freezing cold the walk to the local (and back after the aforementioned liquid refreshment) didn't seem quite so attractive.
I decided to stay at home and share a bottle of wine with Herself in front of the tv instead.
I didn't know that all along I'd been missing the rich vein of (unintentional) comedy that is Strictly Come Dancing! For those who have never been forced to watch it the programme consists of some 'celebrities' being taught to do 'dancing' by professional dancers and being judged by a panel of 'experts'.
The absolute high point of my evening was when that music from the film about Titanic came on. The dance floor was covered by swirling thick 'mist' which I suppose was meant to represent the North Atlantic complete with a papier mache 'iceberg'.
There was a tight trousered bloke presumably 'drowning' in the middle of it all and then the camera shot widened to show a sort of a balcony (an Atlantic bridge?) with steps either side at the top of which was - Anne Widdecombe!
The music carried on and the Widdy Wobbler trundled down the steps with the natural grace and elegance of your average hod carrier to collide with the poor 'drowning' bloke in mid 'ocean' who hadn't managed to swim off in time because his trousers were too tight.
The next couple of minutes were pure comedy gold!
Tight trousers heaved the Widdy Wobbler this way and that as though his life depended on it while she clung onto him like a storm tossed sailor (The bosun by the look of her grim facial expression) and I wondered if as a Member of Parliament she was trying to bring our attention to an endangered species, the Narwhal whale for instance.
At one stage she managed to get behind him and I feared the worst when her hands started to wander up and down his body with a couple of 'near misses' on his life preserver but no, perhaps it was some sort of artistic interpretation of an attacking octopus?
The music reached it's conclusion and tight trousers slipped below the 'waves' (don't blame him, I'd have abandoned ship as soon as she loomed over the horizon) while the Widdy Wobbler bobbed off into the distance toward Canada, probably to wrestle a few bears.
Classic!
The other highlight of the show was the comment made by the Italian judge with the exaggerated accent to Patsy Kensit which I dare not repeat on this family oriented forum.
I nealy choked on my After Eight mint (scrounged from the birthday reserve of Herself) because I was howling with laughter.
I wonder if there will ever be a chance of the Widdy Wobbler 'dancing' to a tune sung by Wagner from X Factor?
Now that would go down better than the Titanic!
I decided to stay at home and share a bottle of wine with Herself in front of the tv instead.
I didn't know that all along I'd been missing the rich vein of (unintentional) comedy that is Strictly Come Dancing! For those who have never been forced to watch it the programme consists of some 'celebrities' being taught to do 'dancing' by professional dancers and being judged by a panel of 'experts'.
The absolute high point of my evening was when that music from the film about Titanic came on. The dance floor was covered by swirling thick 'mist' which I suppose was meant to represent the North Atlantic complete with a papier mache 'iceberg'.
There was a tight trousered bloke presumably 'drowning' in the middle of it all and then the camera shot widened to show a sort of a balcony (an Atlantic bridge?) with steps either side at the top of which was - Anne Widdecombe!
The music carried on and the Widdy Wobbler trundled down the steps with the natural grace and elegance of your average hod carrier to collide with the poor 'drowning' bloke in mid 'ocean' who hadn't managed to swim off in time because his trousers were too tight.
The next couple of minutes were pure comedy gold!
Tight trousers heaved the Widdy Wobbler this way and that as though his life depended on it while she clung onto him like a storm tossed sailor (The bosun by the look of her grim facial expression) and I wondered if as a Member of Parliament she was trying to bring our attention to an endangered species, the Narwhal whale for instance.
At one stage she managed to get behind him and I feared the worst when her hands started to wander up and down his body with a couple of 'near misses' on his life preserver but no, perhaps it was some sort of artistic interpretation of an attacking octopus?
The music reached it's conclusion and tight trousers slipped below the 'waves' (don't blame him, I'd have abandoned ship as soon as she loomed over the horizon) while the Widdy Wobbler bobbed off into the distance toward Canada, probably to wrestle a few bears.
Classic!
The other highlight of the show was the comment made by the Italian judge with the exaggerated accent to Patsy Kensit which I dare not repeat on this family oriented forum.
I nealy choked on my After Eight mint (scrounged from the birthday reserve of Herself) because I was howling with laughter.
I wonder if there will ever be a chance of the Widdy Wobbler 'dancing' to a tune sung by Wagner from X Factor?
Now that would go down better than the Titanic!