Rumba and Eggs

Strictly was like Old MacDonald’s Farm last night. If only Andrew Castle could  have laid that egg, then he could have tucked in his rear end and got on with the dancing. Good job he never won Wimbledon. If he can’t lift Olla (who weighs less than  a puff of fairy breath)  over his head he’d never have got that trophy up there.

John Sergeant had a very public senior moment. Clearly he forgot he was supposed to be doing the rumba and decided to try and be the front half of a pantomime cow instead.  His Russian bride/carer coped by shimmying and kicking harder and higher than ever before and Brucie didn’t notice a thing. Good save !

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