Series 11 has a real place in my heart. I know that everybody whinged about it being filled with a bunch of no-names, but star power/iconic presences never really corresponds to great dancing or being entertaining to watch. The cast is an absolute hoot, including (but not limited to):
. The early exits, so gloriously annoying: Vanessa Feltz and the accompanying tornado of verbal diarrhoea, her desperate quest for 'badinage' and breaking James Jordan. Julien McDonald and his inability to make anything coming out of his mouth listenable/bearable, and probably giving Janette tinnitus.
. Deborah Meaden, who was clearly having the time of her life before having that carpet yanked right out from under her feet. I remember her exit being a minor heartbreaker.
. Rachel Riley (who is one of my favourite celebs in general) probably having one of her favourite shows forever tainted in her mind by that run, but gaining herself a Pasha in the process.
. Fiona Fullerton, the most unfounded of all signings (I still reeeallly want to know the thought process that led to the producers pulling her name out of nowhere), and her Daily Telegraph column passive-aggressive flame war with Susanna.
. Ben Cohen, treated like, and most often dressed like, a common-or-garden Channing Tatum Magic Mike stripper throughout (which I feel like we wouldn't have gotten if he'd been paired with Natalie as presumably planned). Unfortunately, the Matthew McConaughey equivalent character here was Bruce Forsyth bellowing out 'Get ready ladies, herrrrre's Big Ben!', which rather kills the vibe. And he won a Kristina, which started off THAT whole rigmarole.
. Mark Benton, who's one of the few (possibly the only) comedy contestants who was quite low-key and charming, and could be earnest and grounded when he needed to be. His partnership with Iveta was magic, he had to endure some of the worst costuming ever pushed onto a contestant (Blofeld bald cap rumba! Cheap lion onesie samba! Shiny disco spaceman paso!), he had blown out his knees by the end but barely mentioned it and certainly never milked it.
. Ashley Taylor Dawson for his life-threatening work schedule and winning the cute-child wars forever with a friggin newborn, born in week 2.
. Sophie Ellis-Bextor, my third favourite contestant of all time (behind Alesha and Chelsee), who was a joyous jolly hockey sticks head girl type, was clearly a huge dork (researching the Charleston and presenting her findings to Brendan for extra credit, the nerd). One of my favourites because I can watch anything she danced and find something to enjoy about it (barring party latin showdances and vampire crab jives). This series was full of people who were there for the experience of dancing and consequently really enjoyed themselves, rather than being there for cynical careerist reasons, which I think really makes it a worthwhile watch.
. Natalie Gumede, who I appreciated but couldn't really love for most of it, until she stepped it right up towards the end and started waffling about the divinity or somesuch (see, another one who was there for the LURVE of the DAHNCE, it's foolproof). I'm still mourning how we never saw her Proud Mary jive because she fainted, but if anything that's proof that it was too awesome to have even existed. (Yes, I know she did it on tour)
. Susanna Reid, who could give Dr Pamela a run for her money on sheer overacting alone. Her Amazing Pivot-a-thon Waltz followed by the Flaming Blackpool Carmen Paso Doble is probably one of the best sets of back-to-back dances done on Strictly. Fiona had a point: her arc was all PR, all military precision, but pulled off almost seamlessly to put her in the beloved public underdog position and presumptive winner. And this meant Kevin was the perfect match: of all the pros, beneath all the banter, he seems to approach the show with the most strategy, and so together they were a two-headed charm offensive.
. And finally Abbey Clancy, who I think in retrospective was a rather vanilla winner as compared to any of the other options, though I was pleased at the time. Nevertheless, I still rather liked her: I remember there being a rather horrid backlash here based on the WAG status when she was first announced, which is enough to get me to like anyone.
I can't list every dance I liked from this series, because this is long enough already, but this series produced some absolute top-drawer classics:
. Mark's MC Hammer Cha-Cha-Cha, Sophie's Charleston, Susanna's Waltz and Paso Doble, Abbey's Waltz and Natalie's American Smooth and Salsa. And Sophie's Foxtrot, which did what I thought was impossible and made me not just like, but love a foxtrot, of all dances.
A few great/(memorable, at least) moments off the top of my head:
. TOUCHING THE DIVINE.
. Natalie lip-syncing 'You're a vegetable!'
. Sophie: 'I'm 34, Brendan!'
. Ashley launching himself crotch-first at Ola's face that one time
. Ashley having to swim with whales to learn how to waltz because why even?
. Artem in a onesie, surrounded by Natalie's friends and looking embarrassed to be alive.
. Artem's head appearing in a microwave for a Halloween VT. I may be misremembering this. I hope I'm not?
. Aljaz's attempt at the Scouse accent, which sounded more like Derpy Doopy Deep Deep.
. Ola and Karen's feud that one week.
. That group dance at Blackpool where they all fought (well, some of them only pretended to fight) over the Glitterball to the sounds of the Ballroom Blitz.
Plus, this was the debut series for Iveta (ish), Kevin, Kevin Wearing Glasses, and Aljaz. And I'm sure Anya and Janette were great too, but I couldn't get a strong impression from them due to their partners being (respectively) overwhelmingly bland and all-around overwhelming.
(And I don't give a monkeys if it was rigged for a woman to win, we've beaten that horse to death now, let's move on)
Least favourite: series 10. When the personality highlights of a series are Michael Vaughan and Victoria Pendleton, you've got to cast your show better. There isn't a single dance from that series which I unabashedly love (even series 7, which was turgid, had Jade's samba to Independent Women), which is disappointing. Also, I remember a sea of obnoxious, overmarked Charlestons, which are my absolute least favourite kind.