So, we could talk about the post-Blackpool hangover pervading the week (this show very much brought to you by paracetamol and Alka-Seltzer). We could talk about scoring monstrosities, or the continuing bafflement of Couple’s Choice, or how the ghost of Ramps haunts us all via every single one of his songs being nicked over the course of the series.
Or we could spend many, many happy hours savouring the absolute carnage that was the judging of the lindy hopathon. Oh, that was some good telly. I’ve been watching it on a merry loop since Saturday night, and it just gets better every time.