It’s the final of Dancing On Ice this coming Sunday and I’ve been a bit dismayed by the whole hype surrounding it. I mean, I really do think it’s a rip-off of Strictly Come Dancing, but I can understand why people enjoy it. For me Strictly wins out because it’s really glamorous, old-fashioned entertainment where the crowd are close and a crucial part of the show. The crowd is so far away in DOI you don’t get a sense of atmosphere (apart from rabid screaming from some sections of the audience). Torvill and Dean too… why are they there? Isn’t it enough for the professional dancers to be there? And the judges… anyway, I have issues with the show, and that’s why I don’t watch it.

But the thing that really gets my goat is the continuing fascination with Holly Willoughby’s cleavage. In my book, she’s annoying at the best of times, but I feel sorry for her on this occasion. Thanks to The Sun’s ‘phwoar, look at those’ articles, Holly’s bangers have been featured in every preview that I’ve seen of the show. This can’t be right… do people really care that much about someone’s boobs? And if so, why?

I received a press release flagging up the final this week, and even that was going on about what Holly was going to be wearing. Fair play, she made a joke of it and said she was going to wear nothing but two sequins covering her bits. But the headline was something about ‘What will Holly be wearing for the final?’. Are we now a nation of slavering dogs? Don’t answer that.

By all accounts, Holly herself has been quite shocked and a little freaked about the microscopic coverage of her body in the tabloids. Imagine how that must feel… you’re on telly so it must be stressful enough (yes, I know it’s a choice, but you’re really under the microscope and you get papers and mags and blogs and all sorts pouring over you), but when your body is discussed in detail every day of the week, you must feel super-self-conscious.

And besides, this is a talent show, and there are three couples vying for the top prize. Surely this is what it’s all about. We don’t speculate about the size of Phil’s cock do we? No. It’s a woman thing. The usual objectification and sexualisation of a woman, who happens to wear nice dresses on the telly.

This has left a really nasty taste in my mouth. I won’t be watching this weekend and I don’t really care what she wears. Rant over… am I over-reacting? Maybe I got out of the wrong side of bed this morning. Maybe I’m getting on my high horse over nothing, and this is just a fruity bit of fun. Maybe.