It was a hootin’ and a hollerin’ final sponsored by Kleenex.
In the last analysis:
I’d like Sophie Ellis Bextor to be my son’s wife because she is so sweet. Although I hope I wouldn’t scare her.
I’d like Natalie Gunmede to be my boss because she’d surely be super-understanding about any sudden urges I had to throw a sickie.
I’d like Susanna Reid to shutthefookup and stop with the over emoting. It was the gushing like Niagara Falls that lost her votes.
I’d like Abbey Clancy to do my eyelashes for a big night out. And not to leave her husband for Alijaz, easily the world’s most gorgeous man.
It was a finale turbo charged by girl power and, in the end, I would have been happy for any of them to win bar Susanna- she was beginning to proper creep me out. The Joker from Batman came to mind when she was doing that ‘I’m a lovely person, I am’ grin.
And I think I must be officially Strictly senile because when I saw the cast reunited I couldn’t remember ever seeing most of them dance.
Can’t wait already for the wonderfulwonderful Dave Arch and his band, crispy hair, loadsa lip liner and plenty of bare chest in Strictly 2014.