The eighth wonder of the world?

You were trying to keep hold by making fun of the dancing, saying you wouldn’t try it in a million years, then as one of the female dancers took to the stage you had a change of heart. You sat there, gripped to the television set, watching her every move. Her legs were golden, stunning and firm; her curves were from heaven and her vibes from even further into paradise.

As she danced across the screen, the thought of what you had missed, the thought of dancing with her was a dream from God. You forgot everything around you, the world stood still, your fellow watchers fell silent, and you were focused, on this magician, a magician of the dance floor.

This goddess, who you now know to be Karen Hardy, is, and you say this with complete conviction and without fear of contradiction, one of the most attractive women you have ever seen, her vibe, her curves must have been created by the best of sculptures in the Universe.

'Strictly Come Dancing', is worth the entire TV License Fee.

You also heard this on a brilliant Seventies Police Drama:

''Now, because that poor little bastard had the guts to get off his arse, I'm going to have to be reinstated. And what do you bunch of bleeding double-dyed hypocrits want now? You want me to crawl back to work and be terribly grateful that I didn't get nicked for something I didn't do. Well you can stuff it!''

Jack Regan, The Sweeney.