Of course it's sport!

I have been reliably informed that it is sport (well, it was in the Gay Games wasn't it?!) so I am making a plug for the Strictly Dancing grand final on Friday night. Although I am also reliably informed that the dancing on this show is less than standard I have found myself cheering on a couple every week. Actually, I should be more suprised that I watch this every week. I am barracking for the, erm, pleasantly plump couple this week, Rachel and Paul. That woman has thighs! Real thighs! And she doesn't mind throwing em about. Go you good things.