No ‘Running Commentary’ - it wouldn’t be fair on anyone yet to see the show - all I’ll do is recommend you do! It was a brilliant night’s entertainment, Julian Clary only marginally more hilarious than the warm up man - I had to lose the cardigan very early on as he had us up and dancing to Celebration and Amarillo before the start.
Tom and Cam were up first and the size of the dance floor meant they had to adjust their quickstep somewhat but what a way to kick off. It became apparent that Len was fixated on various parts of the anatomy, Bruno was on top form, Arlene was…Arlene, as only she can be and Craig was roundly booed for every score under 8!
Ballroom dance of the night was Gethin and Flavia’s waltz, although, I have to say I do prefer the original and why have wardrobe re-hashed Gillian’s tea-towel dress for Flavia? A quick break and the warm up man was back and showing an expertise in disco dancing, second only to me when I’ve had a few. Before the spotlights went up and the judges were preparing to re-take their places, both Bruno and Craig are spinning and dancing madly at opposite ends of the stage - the shadows looked fantastic, they should let us see them properly.
The Latin round brought us Julian’s samba - think Todd skating off the ice the other week and that’s how much I was laughing! Tom and Cam’s samba on the other hand, was full of joy and infectious rhythm and had incorporated some of the salsa moves, particularly the armography and is one very good reason to buy the DVD when it comes out. That, and it was impossible to watch everyone in the group dances, where I had eyes only for Gethin and Tom. Gethin got the crowd gagging for him - ok, we already were - whipping us up with his salsa.
Having been, it becomes clear why Rachel and Julian have been having such success ;) but not tonight! Once Tom was eliminated, hopes rested with Gethin and when it was just him and Rachel left and he was announced ‘WINNER’, I was up and punching the air and screaming. The poor woman next to me had been so quiet all night, putting up with me singing, dancing, cheering and booing where appropriate. The poor woman the other side of me was my mum; she’s used to it. We were played out of the arena by Stomp; anyone not yet in the mood for dancing, that would've clinched it.