Strictly Come While Dancing
by planetparker
OK, so it’s cards on the table time. I have to admit to being an avid fan of one of the silliest and most intellectually banal programs on TV – Strictly Come Dancing. My money is on John Sargent and Siberian siren Kristina Rihanoff. Yes, John Sargent can’t dance for stirabout but each week he throws his heart and soul into it. He enjoys it and so obviously do millions of viewers. Many of those who vote for him are no doubt inspired by the thought: “There but for the grace of Godot go I”. They are probably middle-aged blokes who know they couldn’t do any better but who nevertheless congratulate his “Have-a-go” attitude. They identify with him far more than with the athletic prowess of rugby players. The ageist comments of judge Len Goodman on last Saturday’s show were rightly booed.
And remember: what’s white and floats over the floor?
Come dancing.
I Owe the above to a friend in Scotland who understandably wants to remain unknown…
