I usually avoid television programmes with 'Celebrity' or 'Stars' in the title. The one exception is the BBC's Strictly Come Dancing, which brings a bit of old-fashioned glamour to our screens to cheer the dismal November evenings. It is also one of the few shows in which the participants do not hide behind their celebrity. They work really hard at a punishing schedule to acquire new skills and I really admire their commitment.
The current series has been spoiled for me by the 'John Sergeant factor'. It didn't matter in the early stages that the viewers showed their appreciation for his attempts to master a few basic dance steps; those who lost their places would have been going out sooner rather than later anyway. Now, however, the competition is getting to a serious stage, with people who have invested a great deal of time, effort and emotion into reaching a very high standard having to compete for a place against the might of Facebook. For John Sergeant has become a cult figure.
As a political correspondent, John Sergeant must know that the public is very fickle. The people who are voting for him are probably just doing the great British cocking of a snook at anyone in authority, in this case the judges. Hopefully, they will soon get bored but just imagine if they don't and he ends up winning the competition! Who will his friends be then? And the last example of light entertainment will be gone from our screens because it would undoubtedly be the end of Strictly come Dancing.