Can you really dance away a ‘Strictly’ humiliation?
Right. Can we please just move on from the current Strictly imbroglio? I’m getting bored and suspicious. Bored because there’s only so much dramatic tension you can eke out of a cheeky drunken snog between Seann Walsh, a hairy comedian I’d never heard of, and Katya Jones, a sexy dancer I couldn’t identify in a police line-up.
Suspicious because it’s now rumoured that the wronged girlfriend is lining up to join Strictly next season. Huh? I’m sorry, but she has just been publicly humiliated, and if she felt better after writing that stinging open letter – which she started with: “My name is Rebecca Humphries and I am not a victim”…
– then I’m pleased for her.
I know there’s not much crossover between this year’s celebrity line-up and the Hollywood Walk of Fame, but trotting Humphries out would be a step too far. Yes, Humphries is more hurt than her Instagram feed of loved-up pictures with Walsh would suggest (she might want to take a few minutes to cull the waterfalls, wine and Valentine’s Day roses photos…), but she’s taken custody of the cat. And if her ex is voted off this weekend, she can give it the cream. End of. Please.