The last gasps of Around The World Week die on the shores of Ireland, in a storm of green, at the hands of Tristan and Aliona dancing to Danny Boy (ok, she’s not Irish, but she does have red hair) (well, she’s dyed her hair red) (ish) and it’s carried off to Heaven on the arms of Michael Flatley’s Lord Of The Dance Troupe NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN. Probably. They do at least acknowledge on Len’s Glans that the backing dancers were absolutely pointless and added nothing, in the usual fashion that reality tv shows acknowledge their mistakes these days – by saying “some people on social media liked them, some of them didn’t”. Len’s Glans also features Simon, Pixie and Caroline being feted and Craig being pinned to the wall and yelled at and harrangued and taken over the footage in slow-motion detail for about half-an-hour until he admits that he maybe should have given Jake a 6 instead of a 5 for his Argentine Tango. Oddly enough Sunetra’s 5 (less than Jake got for standing still in his rumba doing literally nothing dressed as Captain Birdseye as Janette flung himself around him) is allowed to stand.
Anywho yes, after Smug-Face Rieu And His Stepford Orchestra and Gay-Porn Dec (aka Alfie Boe) team up for a megapairing of utter unlistenability (sadly partnered with Goddess Natalie Lowe and Brenda, so it’s not totally unwatchable), Sunetra’s going home, of course, giddily although not as giddily as Brenda who’s grinning like a Cheshire Cat from the moment the Bottom 2 is called to the second he last dances his way off (to “Leaving On A Jet Plane” no less) to Erin Island. She’s up against Mark in the dance-off, I guess dispelling the notion that anybody really thought that he’d gone on a journey.
Next week : WALTZATHON and a Bottom 2 only marginally less predictable than this one probably. Yawn. Things are really heating down.