I liked Julien right from the off.
Normally the token Camp One bugs me, because it seems a bit put on - which is serious when you're dealing with something as contrived as the Strictly Pantomime.. Richard Armchair last year, for example, is normally a quiet, mumsy sort of chap, but because he was the designated Camp One he tried desperately to be some kind of screaming, mincing super queen, and it just ended up being a bit weird.
Julien, by contrast, is straight up hatstand. This is a man running on a diet of glitter, fabric glue and stolen-from-supermodels cocaine, screaming insanely at a world he quite obviously doesn't believe exists. When he clambered over Tony Jacklyn's broken bones, grinning like a fiend the whole time, it just cemented my bro-love for the frock-crazy little goblin. Well awesome. I was hoping he'd end up in the Dance Off every week, and get progressively more callous and uncaring as he proceeded to ruin couple after couple. Week 4, chuckles indulgently as Rachel cries. Week 6, laughing maniacally as he fires a pearl-handled revolver into a vanquished Clancy. Week 8, revealing a full-back Swastika tattoo before setting fire to Mark Benton's children in front of him.
But alas, these dreams shall never come to fruition.
By contrast, Rachel Off Of Countdown is a bit wet and dull. She's every single sixth former who tried and failed to make head girl. Homework a day early, presented in a polypocket. Bleurgh. The only interesting facet to her personality came when she did the Dance-Off version of the quickstep zonked out her face on Quaaludes.