I hate country music, I'd rather have something amputated than have to learn to line dance and it wouldn't surprise me to learn that Cotton Eyed Joe is the muzak in Hell's elevator, but I enjoyed that pro dance more than I expected to. Mainly, it's true, because of Aljaž - who I was able to take or leave last year, but who is growing on me big-style this - in that shirt and breeches, and because of The Unfortunate Haybale Incident, but also because the pros seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves.
However, if they try to introduce it as a dance for the celebs, I'll be at the front of the mob surrounding the BBC building waving my flaming torch and - appropriately - pitchfork [/writing a Stern Letter to Points of View].