The Weekly Entertainment Round Up.

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Strictly hosts quit, Sam Fender wins a thing, and some American actor says enough  is enough!  


Let’s begin with Strictly Come Dancing, which is now officially in crisis mode. Claudia Winkleman and Tess Daly have announced they’re quitting the show after 20 years of sequins, forced banter, and pretending to enjoy the Charleston. The BBC is reportedly “devastated,” which is code for “panicking about who can wear fringe and shout ‘FAB-U-LOUS’ without causing a national incident.” Rumours suggest replacements could include Rylan, a sentient glitterball, or just a rotating cast of confused pensioners from The One Show.

Meanwhile, Sam Fender won the 2025 Mercury Prize for People Watching, a title that sounds like a euphemism for loitering outside Greggs. He accepted the award in Newcastle, presumably while not wearing a coat and looking mildly overwhelmed. The album is described as “raw, honest, and northern,” which means it contains at least one reference to chips, heartbreak, and Thatcher.

It was announced that Joseph Quinn won’t be in Stranger Things season five, which is devastating for fans who enjoy watching teenagers pretend to understand quantum physics while being chased by CGI. Netflix responded by releasing a trailer for Troll 2, a Norwegian sequel that looks like it was filmed inside a snow globe by people who’ve never seen daylight.

Elsewhere, Bob Dylan has decided not to play London on his UK tour, which is frankly rude. He’ll be performing in various British and Irish cities, but not the capital possibly because he’s allergic to Pret a Manger or still traumatised by the congestion charge.

Rebecca Ferguson popped up to say “the world isn’t looking safe right now,” which is true, but also a bit rich coming from someone who starred in Mission: Impossible. Meanwhile, Ben Stiller reminded everyone his parents were famous, and AI was accused of threatening actors though if your performance can be replaced by a chatbot, maybe it’s time to consider a career in regional panto.

Celebrity Traitors continues to be the most British thing on telly: a show where minor celebrities lie to each other in a castle while wearing knitwear. Miriam Margolyes turned down an offer to appear, calling it “scathing nonsense,” which is exactly why she should’ve been the host.


 And finally!  Which TV Star Has Been Rumoured to be eating spiders 🕷️ 🕷️ for Breakfast?
A well known soap star, is reportedly joining I'm A Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! this year. Insiders say she’s already practicing jungle cuisine by nibbling on novelty gummy spiders. Her agent denies the breakfast claim but confirms she’s “emotionally ready to chew something with legs.”

So there you have it: a week of glittery exits, northern triumphs, and Tune in next week when EastEnders kills off another Mitchell, Doctor Who regenerates into a toaster, and Glastonbury gets bought by Aldi.


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