Rehearsal for strictly today.
Ann Widdicombe crossed the dance-floor like the 6th Panzer Grenadier Division. At first I thought that it was Tarby in a frock. "Nice to see you" she said. "To see you nice" I replied. Went straight over her head.
Anton wanted her to practice high kicks. "Higher, higher" he shouted. "Lower, lower" shouted everyone else. "I want to tango with Ann" he said. I misheard him and thought he said tangle and so replied "I wouldn't tangle with her if I had the Household Cavalry on my side"
She gave me a look that would have stopped a lion at 20 yards.
Some people have no sense of humour.