Well, this Scot in England thought Lulu couldnae dance for toffee.
Give her her due, she definitely had improved on the dreadful, dreadful first week, when it was patently obvious that she hadn't even bothered; but we're now in the phase of the comp. where the truly dire have left, and we're now working through the gallant but relatively mediocre.
What concerns me most is that in all my 56.5 years of being a proud Scot, I never realized that Guy Fawkes night should have been so significant to me.... quel failure of my national pride and honour.