So it turns out that Wembley works much better for a Results Show than it did a Performance Show. Who knew? It helps that we start with a fun Beatles medley with appropriate 60s theming and Craig dancing like a tit, rather than sodding Queen and people bungee-jumping on bed-sheets, that seems to have been designed to fit the space it’s performed in. That’s sadly it for group-routines, as neither Il Divo or James Morrison and Jessie J let people on to play. Boo. Ah well.
Also temporarily withheld due to Wembley is Len’s Glans. Well not really, but the part where it’s supposedly about analysing the contestants performance is conspicuous by its absence as we all just laugh at funny faces pulled by the judges as they watch the show. Then again, I can’t really imagine it was easy for the camera-people to find the couples faces in the great big cavernous space of Wembley. At least they find room for one last “hilarious” face from Russell Grant at the end though.
Erm…that’s more or less it…Len perves on Harry Judd’s arse a bit? Ahem. Anyway results? Anita is safe first and nearly SHOCK-FACES her scalp clean off her head, and the kids the Jordans are currently babysitting follow her, leaving Russell as our first Bottom 2 resident. Joining him is Holly Valance, who seems to find this fact actively amusing, which only really makes me love her more. She’s safe, for…well at least 2 more weeks given a probable combination of Bottom 2 Bounce and post Bottom 2 overmarking, as it’s time for Russell to take his leave, as people apparently did not agree with Len’s assertion that THEY WOULD REMEMBER RUSSELL BEING FIRED OUT OF A CANNON ON NATIONAL TV FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER.
In way I’m disappointed, because it means he didn’t out-last Widdy when there was at least a point, about a month ago, when it looked like he was bothering to try to learn to dance, a bit (although really, EVERYONE should out-last Widdy). On the other hand…I can’t say I actually care. Still, he’s sweet with Flavia at least.
Next week : SWING-A-MA-JIG. Joy.