Drag Race UK, Season 3, Episode 7: The Siren’s Nyaing

Ella Vaday, Tit Whisperer.

I profusely apologise for this recap being up so late – life got in the way and by “life” I do mean a night out in Leeds which I did at least spend most of in a drag bar, so we’ll consider it research?

There’s a lot to unpack here, not least of all the sketch of what looks like a Victorian baby crying tears of blood.

It is of course Snatch Game and once again it mostly led by a heaving bosom and a threat of nipple.

The new Sugababes line-up looks interesting.

I don’t even know how to summarise this episode other than the fact it was pretty much an incoherent mess from beginning to end.

Victoria doesn’t sit with us.

Welcome to Girl Group 101 with Professor Kitty Scott Claus, you can either major in The Social Dynamics of Girls Aloud or The Philosophy of Girl Power.

Hey! That’s River Medway’s thing!

Congratulations if you went into this episode unspoilt by A’whora!

If Blair St, Clair can have shivering as a gimmick, I’m willing to allow River Medway to point her way to the semi-finals.

Are you ready for an episode of Drag Race UK that is somehow more chaotic than anything that happened on Drag Race Holland, a series seemingly entirely designed to be as unhinged as possible? Good, strap in.

I for one welcome our new robot overlord.

It’s finally here! This would have all gone up sooner but the BBC is incapable of keeping MasterChef on a regular schedule, so I apologise for that. Blame Tim Davie. (For this, and many other things.)

Quite frankly, Justice For Ivy-Elyse Monroe.

if nothing else Drag Race Holland is certainly dedicated to going all out on the Rusical episodes and extremely petty and unpredictable judging.

It was a big episode for corndogs!

Every season needs a Bad Vibes Episode, we all thought it was the American Horror Story parody episode and little did we know this one was just around the corner. Such sweet summer children we were.