Natalie Cassidy must be the most irritating person on British Television.
People say she is enthusiastic - enthusiastic my foot - the woman is a sychophant and a brown-nose. Most weeks she gushes and cloyingly creeps round the Judges and, in turn, they over-mark her. Yesterday when they criticised her and more or less told her she wasn't as wonderful as she thought she was ; was she gracious - no - she just sat and sulked through the rest of the dances.
I am utterly fed up to the back teeth with how much she loves Strictly, how much she loves The Judges, how much she loves Vincent - it has a hollow ring to it. I think we saw the real Natalie Cassidy yesterday when she dropped her "Pollyanna on Crack" routine. She had a face as long as a wet weekend and looked extremely put out that the Judges actually had the effrontery to criticise her dancing.
I thought her dress did her no favours - her routine was as clumpy as usual, the gob was wide open as normal, and she had absolutely no style or elegance on the dance floor. The badly designed dress revealed her huge thighs and big backside and made her look like a pink pig. In fairness to Natalie that wasn't down to her as she is a healthy weight - the Anne Summer designer this year should be shot at dawn for crimes against Natalie, Erin and the world of dance in general.
To sort of quote the immortal words of Peter Cooke and Dudley Moore,
"Goodbye, goodbye, please leave us now, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye."
She has delighted us long enough.