Very sorry to see you go, Alesha,
but many thanks for three years of smiles, bling, often sensational dresses, amazing hairdos and some warm and forthright comments. 
You will be missed by a good few armchair spectators. Who will now be the governess keeping order between the excitable Bruno and the pickled walnut-faced Len? That was as much part of the show as the dancing!
Loads and loads of contestants have welcomed and quoted your sensible and friendly comments, have listened to your technical tips,(even if immediately countersaid by Craig) and been glad to follow your tips ref performance.
So, good luck on Planet Zorn and in all your future endeavours, where you should be able to avoid all the cattiness about not knowing what you're talking about (well, does Simon Cowell?) And as SCD goes steadily down the drain with Old Father Time, 10-minute VTs before each dance, 20-minute trailers, 50 tonnes of crystals and tinsel for each show, the band reduced to saxophones and bongo drums and costumes made from recycled Regent Street Christmas lights, look back, smile with relief at what you've escaped, and run in the other direction like a bat out of hell.
but many thanks for three years of smiles, bling, often sensational dresses, amazing hairdos and some warm and forthright comments. 
You will be missed by a good few armchair spectators. Who will now be the governess keeping order between the excitable Bruno and the pickled walnut-faced Len? That was as much part of the show as the dancing!
Loads and loads of contestants have welcomed and quoted your sensible and friendly comments, have listened to your technical tips,(even if immediately countersaid by Craig) and been glad to follow your tips ref performance.
So, good luck on Planet Zorn and in all your future endeavours, where you should be able to avoid all the cattiness about not knowing what you're talking about (well, does Simon Cowell?) And as SCD goes steadily down the drain with Old Father Time, 10-minute VTs before each dance, 20-minute trailers, 50 tonnes of crystals and tinsel for each show, the band reduced to saxophones and bongo drums and costumes made from recycled Regent Street Christmas lights, look back, smile with relief at what you've escaped, and run in the other direction like a bat out of hell.





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