So last night i took my Mother to see Strictly Come Dancing Live here in Manchester at the M.E.N, it was pretty good, better than i thought it was going to be. They went all out and recreated, as best as they good, the studio ballroom set which was a pleasant surprise as i was expecting to be squinting to see these tiny dancers dance around on a dirty, testosterone stained, black stage. All dancers were pretty competent and the judges were complete filth, in regards to their comments. Glad we arrived earlier as it was packed and i really would've been annoyed spending as long as some people did queses, though well-staffed there just wasn't enough doors!
The show started with a warm up, 'thinks-he's-funny guy, who was vaguely funny, but mostly annoying. However he did introduce a slightly terrifying fact, that they had chose Sunday evening show for their DVD filming. I literally sank into my seat, hoping they won't show the only guy in this block of 100+ seats with the long hair and suspicious beard. The rest of his act revolved around him playing cheesy music and have us on our feet, dancing, clapping, fucking everything whilst the camera darted around and found people - people it then projected on to two massive LCD screens over the set for all the world to see, or at least the whole Arena.
Wasn't a fan, beer and wine helped. as well as the biggest, hardest to eat hot-dogs I've ever seen or bought. Note; if you want to be ripped for a pint in a shitty plastic glass, go to the M.E.N! Other than expectedly overpriced food and drink i quite enjoyed myself and my mother was as happy as a squirrel on speed.
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