The theme of this weeks Strictly was obviously 'Had one drink too many at a wedding' or that is how it appeared. With the exception of Harry, Chelsee and Russell (I'll come to him later) everyone got caught up in the drunken uncle and aunt dance deesaaassteer. In fact, we even got the traditional wedding dust up as Len and James went at it.
But surely the whole theme was beautifully crystallised by Rory, as he turned dad dancing into a near balletic art-form. To have done that without the aid of a lot of larger and even more goading was bravery deserving of a gallantry medal. But for all that, he shouldn't have been voted off. Nancy deserves that honour. Her's is a madness more worthy of the nutter stage of Britain's Got Talent than Saturday night Strictly. But I suppose the mainly, poor standard might be helping her.
Then we come to Russell. Watching him and Flavia dance made me feel like it was 3am, in a strange club. Imagine the scene, the place is deserted apart from them doing their eerie tango. Fear courses through your body, but you can't look away. Your fate is sealed as Russell's demented 'Baby Jane' stare pins you to the wall as the music gets louder. You scream to yourself to wake up but nothing happens. You watch helpless as Russell comes toward you with his teddy bear. Aggggahhh!!
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