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I wrote a wittier introduction to this blog about yesterday’s Blackpool-based Strictly last night only to fall foul of a technological gremlin that caused me to lose it. I’m not saying it was comedy gold - more perfunctory   - but the frustration as result of my computer swallowing it and my consequent attempts to recover the file (to no avail) have zapped away the spontaneity from the original post, making me loath to rewrite it. I’m not even sure why I choose to compile my tweets like this anyway, other than it fills a page, which is not exactly the best motivation. So it’s probably best for all concerned that I post this and move on; normal service will be resumed imminently (subject to not being on the receiving end of another IT-based spanner in the works): 7:02PM: Flying in on a giant phallic rock = the right way to kick things off. 7:03PM: ...some much-needed PRS for Gina G. 7:06PM: Tess Daly's Guide to Presentin...

Tonight saw the much-lauded Blackpool week of this year’s series of Strictly, which couldn’t really help but be a little anti-climactic, much like a trip to Blackpool is generally. The ballroom was a sight to behold of course, and some of the routines were fun, but it didn’t set me alight as a whole. I particularly liked Jonnie’s tango to the Eurythmics’ Sweet Dreams and Davood’s paso to Live and Let Die, but this as much down to the music choices as the routines. This is often the case for me, as I always prefer the dances that naturally fit with the song than those where the connection is a little clunky, like Mollie and Debbie’s were tonight for me; sometimes the routines can be too concept-heavy, which is risky if the concept isn't seamless. I’m a bit concerned about Debbie not staying tonight, though if that’s the case, I think it will be more to do with the slightly messy idea than her actual dance capability. Hopefully this will be enoug...