STRICTLY COME DANCING LIVE (Wembley Arena and touring)
VERDICT: Cha-cha-charming!
Rating:
Sequinned hyperbole is the order of the night at Strictly Come Dancing’s road show.
From
the blasting music to the judges’ scripted putdowns, from rugby player
Ben Cohen’s biceps to knicker-model Abbey Clancy’s almost twangable
inner thighs, everything is madly, merrily exaggerated.
The
glitter ball hanging over the ballroom is bigger than a Nasa space pod.
The singers who come prancing on are noisier and warblier — and fatter —
than Christmas turkeys.
They
smack their palms together till the things must sting, such is their
determination to agitate the crowd of crisp-munching family groups and
hen parties.
Some
audience members (ladies, refreshed) scream...
