This episode is pure Denise energy, babes. Deyonce and Davina are straight-up spiralling — we’re talking full-blown diva meltdown, emotional, hysterical, iconic. One minute they’re belting Wicked like they’re on the West End, the next they’re nearly slicing their own faces off mid-shave because the vocals were too powerful.
Mother Nature gets dragged for flicking the switch to autumn like a diva turning off the lights at Sugar Hut. . Someone nearly gets arrested for knock-door-run like they’re on TOWIE: Juvenile Delinquent Edition. Trousers are worn backwards, men are stripping in shops, and Deyonce once looked like a human tampon. It’s chaos. It’s camp. It’s culture.
There’s drama about Halloween costumes that never saw the light of day (TRAGIC), high-stakes IMAX ticket warfare, Greek gods who are “fit enough to resurrect the dead”, and Hyrox training that both of them are absolutely convinced will kill them. Like, get the body bags, hun.
We get witch trials, steak bakes, royal gossip and marathon miracles.
It’s outrageous. It’s unhinged. It’s larger than life, like a fake tan explosion at midnight.
It’s Deyonce. It’s Davina. It’s Denise’s spiritual children running wild with microphones.
