Britain goes to the polls to determine its future relationship with Europe. Again. Only this time with less Boris Johnson and more Mel Giedroyc, which can only be a good thing.
Our national nightmare comes to an end.
Boy oh boy oh boy. (And a couple of groups thrown in at the end for good measure.)
2015, eh? Whatever else may have been going on in the wider world, it was definitely a year in which some things were broadcast on television and people watched them. (Even if some of those people didn’t watch them live, but instead caught them on Netflix about six months later while airily telling anyone who would listen that they “don’t really watch television”.) Some of those things were brilliant, some of them had the potential for brilliance, and some of them were so far from brilliance that they realised they were going to need much comfier shoes before setting out on that journey.
Rita Ora sits in judgement of a parade of young women, and yet we wonder where we’re going wrong as a society.
Or, if you’re Lauren, “Songs To Leave Me Languishing In Fourth Place And Going To The Papers Vowing To Never Go On A Reality Show Ever Again” week.
Two performances per act this week, everybody! *grins wanly*
They sang some love songs, and then they looked at the ratings.