Much to my husband's horror, I am resolutely devoted to Strictly Come Dancing. Well, I say devoted - I don't watch the weekday catch ups, or in fact the Sunday results show, but for two hours on a Saturday evening he knows I am not to be interrupted unless there is blood (or a Chinese takeaway).
I would love to be a good singer. I would love to be a good dancer. Sadly, I am neither. I am a fairly gangly person and my limbs take on the jerky and unpredictable quality of an octopus being attacked by an electric eel. One is rarely called upon to sing in public, but dancing is harder to avoid. "Dad dancing" is endearing in a middle aged man, tragic in a 36 year old woman.
Speaking of middle aged men, Dave Myers - one of the Hairy Bikers - is this year's comedy turn on Strictly. To my embarrassment, the closest thing I've ever seen to my own attempts at dancing was his "Moves like Jagger" tour de force in week 1. (Past a certain level of inebriation I stop caring I am crap, and Go For It in a manner that has ruined several weddings.)
Next weekend two friends are having a joint birthday party. Watch out Village Hall, me and my pelvic thrusts are coming to get you!
I like Strictly too! Never thought I would but the girls are really keen on it and sort of sucked me into it. I love the glamour of it.
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