An unseemly amount of hand-holding is required for this week’s pro dance, as we get a verbal introduction from Claudia and Tess, a video introduction from the subjects, and also a constant voiceover throughout the whole thing telling us exactly what’s happening and why. The complicated story being portrayed is? Finnegan’s Wake? Infinite Jest? Gravity’s Rainbow? No, it’s two people meeting and falling in love during the Second World War, as played by AJ and Chloe. It’s quite sweet but I’m not sure I needed that much external assistance to be honest. Also furthering the Rememberance Sunday theme are the usual clip of the pros and judges launching the poppy appeal, and an appearance from Andre Rieu and His Smugface Orchestra, pulling proper eggy ones throughout an ersatz orchestral version of “Hallelujah”. As a tribute to a recently deceased singer, it’s no Len and Craig flying over the balcony in a giant pink dodgem to “You Spin Me Round”.
Len’s Glans this week focuses on Ore’s rumba walks, Danny’s supposedly controversial Argentine Tango (WAS IT A 10? OR ONLY A SHITTY SHAMEFUL 9? THE BATTLE RAGES ON!), Claudia’s lack of Viennese Waltz spotting and also the judges entirely spontaneous and natural responses to Gangnam Style. Speaking of which, Ed’s entire dance is spelled out as soon as he’s on Claudia’s balcony – he’s going to be doing the jive and it’s going to be to Great Balls Of Fire and he’s going to be descending from the ceiling playing the piano. I think we’d all be more comfortable if they just called him safe now as well whilst they’re at it.
At the very end, it’s Greg who’s revealed to be the one who has the job of sending Daisy home, although he does up his game in the dance-off sufficiently that the decision doesn’t feel too outrageous given their comparative overall merits. And for the first time in a good few weeks it actually feels like the couple who are leaving like one another, which is nice. And now? ON TO BLACKPOOL.