The struggle to articulate why one thing is more worthy than another can be a stimulating challenge that is helpful in my day to day role as a DJ and radio producer. But my involvement is just a part of the whole. And this is where the Prize takes on another element that I've often wondered about. One that you could say is a bit spooky.
I write this with a quivering lower lip and a slightly less shaky right leg than I had 48 hours ago. Now voted out of Strictly Come Dancing, my leg has stopped shaking because I don't have to dance again. My lip has started quivering because I don't have to dance again... It will be a little while before I feel completely normal again. Normal is ligaments not swollen and heart not racing every time I see my diary marked for Saturday. Normal is where most of us ought to be most of the time. But returning to the world is hard. Because Strictly is another planet.
I could write a whole dissertation on how Deborah Pearson's writing rattles me more than Beckett but I think it would go on forever. (A BIT LIKE A BECKETT PLAY LOL.) All I can do is grasp you by the wrists and stare into your eyes in a way that makes you slightly uncomfortable and tell you that if the opportunity presents itself to see Pearson's work you must go immediately.
I love dance because its great fun, keeps you fit and boosts your confidence. I love it when people tell me how much they are inspired by seeing dance programmes on TV, and in fact new research shows that around half of those watching TV programmes like Strictly Come Dancing get so wrapped-up in the rhythm that they can't help but dance along in their living rooms.