Roger Gambba-Jones

I'm not a lover of any of the seemingly endless flood of TV reality programmes that pass for TV entertainment these days, but at the moment I'm normally in the lounge when the dancing one is on the television.

Now don't get me wrong, I admire the hell out of those professional dancers, just for the great skill and agility they display - I wish I could do it!  I also admire those so called celebs for working so hard to learn a new skill - how fit must they be at the end of it!  As for Bruce Forsyth - I think he's really a robot!

Anyway, despite my best efforts, I've actually started to enjoy watching the programme, but not because I like ballroom dancing.  No, what I like is the fact that, having put in what they thought was a guaranteed looser, so that everybody could laugh at him whilst the judges lay into his comedy dancing, the producers now can't get rid of him!

John Sergeant's dancing skills appear to be at about my level, even after all that training, but does he give up - no sir!  Better still, does the public give up on him - no they don't!  And the more the judges lay in to dear old John, the more the public voted for him - laugh, I could dance (badly) in my glee at the thought of all the squirming that must go on as he results come in!  (Luckily, it's not 12 months ago, or the producers might of fiddled with the phone in votes by now and John would've been a goner!).

In fact, I'm enjoying listening to the frustration and outrage of the judges and their self important pontificating so much, that I'm actually thinking of voting for John myself - after all, he is my kind of dancer!