Last week on Strictly Come Dancing, tubby and loveable star-sign fan Russell Grant embraced his role as queen of the dance floor, putting the ‘boy’ in flamboyant and shaking his stuff with gusto like an overenthusiastic uncle at a wedding.
‘Give me a theatre, and I’m happy’, said ‘Royal Astrologer’ Russell to his ever-smiling professional dance partner Flavia Cacace, before this week’s Broadway special, which saw Russell don a cream top hat and suit in a what we can only guess was an attempt to channel a leading man, but instead had the effect of making him look more like an overweight canary attempting to flee the bird cage. God love him. People looking at the Strictly Come Dancing betting will know he is something of a figure of fun.
Flavia danced and Russell jiggled some kind of foxtrot to the tuneful sound of ‘Don’t Rain on my Parade’, and got yet another (clearly not impromptu) standing ovation.
Alesha Dixon called Russell her guilty pleasure, and Bruno Tonioli said he had the uplifting quality of blazing sunshine, brightening up our days. Craig Revel Horwood advised a more masculine approach (a little less Barbara and a little more Rambo) while Len Goodman said Russell looked like a little white cloud floating across the stage and his ‘little yellow dickie’ (thankfully he meant Russell’s bow tie) was the sun. This week, Len said, Russell Grant had ‘put the show in showbiz’. The Strictly Come Dancing odds show he could be in for the high jump soon.
As he left the stage, Russell attempted to follow Craig’s advice and take on a more masculine persona, but instead managed to look as though he’d soiled himself. Perhaps he had; it’s difficult to say.