I love Strictly Come Dancing. Seriously. I have the ringtone, my dog has a sequinned collar, Saturday nights are sacred. I. Love. Strictly.
What I love less is the rumoured “Strictly Curse”. The nonsensical theory that if you go on Strictly your relationship / marriage will die a grisly death. The absolute certainty that you will surely have an ill-fated relationship with your celebrity dance partner.
A Sequin-Covered Bubble
There is clearly provenance here. There have been many relationships forged through the hours of intense training that Strictly requires. And hey, I get that. It must be a very strange environment to exist in – like a sequin-covered bubble of glitter and sparkle and terror.
But the events of this week have surpassed anything I have ever seen in the 15 previous years of Strictly.