Glee! If you’re one type of person, it’s ohmigodsqueeawesome validation for your inner Barbara Streisand, secretly memorised High School Musical dance routines and total lack of self-respect to come pirouetting out of the closet.

Or it’s that unbearable jazz-hands crap your partner makes you watch.

Anyway, hold onto your earplugs (sane people) and your pants (ladies), and buy Journey’s back catalogue wholesale (karaoke establishments), because the Glee torture/ecstasy is set to continue. How I Met Your Mother’s Neil Patrick Harris is joining the cast, and it looks like he’s bringing a bunch of celebrities with him.

Haven’t times changed? We remember when Neil Patrick Harris was all “Hold the phone! Mediocre light entertainment programmes shouldn’t rely on inappropriate appearances from career-crashing celebrities for their success!” Then there was that time soon after, when he was like “I was wrong. In fact I welcome our celebrity overlords and, though it may look like I’m in a headlock, this TV network bigwig is actually giving me a lovely hug and it doesn’t hurt at all.”

But a man can have an opinion, can’t he? And he’s allowed to change his mind really quickly, isn’t he? STOP JUDGING NEIL PATRICK HARRIS, EVERYBODY! HE MAY HAVE THREE NAMES BUT HE’S ONLY HUMAN.

The problem is, now a glut of celebrities is clamouring to get on the show, for reasons that are definitely NOT CRAVEN OR SENSATIONALIST. Jennifer Lopez, for example, wants to guest-star as a feisty Latina dinner lady – not because we’ve practically forgotten who she is, but because she presumably supports Glee’s broad-brushstroke approach to representing diversity. Similarly, loudly registering their interest are two American Idol nobodies, sometimes-an-actress Milla Jovovich and – egads - TV botherer John Barrowman.

Oh and Amy Winehouse. Well, she said their version of Rehab was “the nuts”. Which probably means she’ll probably marry it or get it tattooed onto her face or something.

But back to former pretend doctor Neil Patrick Harris. The word is he’ll show up as Bryan Adam (oh, those wacky Glee writers), an old enemy of teacher Will Schuester, and blah blah rivalry, blah blah vengeance, blah blah climactic duet. Joss Whedon, who worked with Harris on the rather good Dr Horrible’s Singalong Blog (and probably has some extra time now that Dollhouse has been cancelled) is rumoured to direct the episode, which airs in the US in May.

This should at least make the show slightly more watchable, as Neil Patrick Harris is not unfunny. Here he is in a deodorant commercial, being not unfunny…

Also, Joss Whedon’s fondness for randomly killing off beloved characters (Anya in Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Fred in Angel; Wash in Serenity – oh, sorry. Was that a spoiler? It has been out for YEARS, y’know) means that – if only for this episode – half the western world will be able to stop playing the If They Ruin Another Prog Rock Song I’ll Tear Out My Eyes Then Yours game for a quick round of Who’s Going To Die Bingo.

Admittedly, this doesn’t sound that comforting until you consider the alternative: Amy Winehouse, struggling to stay upright as she slurs her way through My Heart will Go On while John Barrowman, lit entirely by his own smile, high-kicks his way across the stage to her for an awkward, too-long snog.

Bring it, Doogie Howser.

This was a guest blog by Robyn Wilder out of Domestic Sluttery.

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