Welcome to Blackpool, where, according to Strictly, the beaches are positively balmy in November, time has stood still since Len’s Fifties heyday, and the local scoring exchange rate is approximately 1:1.5 – 9s and 10s for all the vaguely good boys and girls, and a 6 feels like a slap in the face with a wet fish. Plus, if you’re at all ambivalent about overproduction cluttering up the space and distracting from actual ballroom…well, buckle up. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.
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