I had a wee peep at the weepathon. (And that was what it was maireas)
Biskwits has come across lovely in this (shame he allowed himself to be portrayed as a double standarded gonk on MIC as I took the ner at him initially)
I am a miserable old git. But. There is a joy to him. And I like his fighting spirit. And I also think Karen is one of the most beautiful creatures I’ve seen. Sorry if that sounds weird. She has such a beauty when she dances.
I like their partnership. Rolypolys and everything.
And you know I’m not one for vignettes and stories. But I cried. I don’t think anyone has ever said I’m proud of you and I can’t remember when someone last said they loved me. That broke my hard little bitter shell a bit watching his folks.
I will look forward to his dance if only for the joy and knowing his loved ones will be bursting with pride. I’m such a sap.
I love pginky. I can’t help how I feel about M. I just can’t warm to her dancing. I’m torn because she does dance well but I feel nowt. And if I did feel then she’d be a runaway winner. I just don’t buy what she selling.
I felt more with mrsg and Mia’s tiny little hello.
Loved Bill and Oti. But I think you already know that. Bill don’t get dry. His CC was mint and I also loved the goggleboxers watching him dance. It was unexpectedly fab and a right old joy. Me and mam Malone (from gogglebox) busted the same moves.
Oti weeping set me off. Bugger.
The vowel thief and jntt are good. No question and he comes across so well. But I don’t feel anything. I must be broken or something. His grandad’s little ‘good luck Harvey’ was the thing that finished me off. That and aljaz.
Sap city.
Enjoy it tomorrow.
Je suis well jel. 