I have a complete inability to gyrate my booty in any manner without inducing hoots of laughter from those around me.
While Pendleton's stock on the track has been evident for years, less well known is the fact she's a devotee of high fashion and a staunch fan of Jimmy Choo shoes, Gucci heels and almost anything in Stella McCartney's range.
Another amazing week on the dance floor, but sadly saw the end of our favourite long legged diva, Jerry Hall.
We've heard enough love songs about relationships in our time. It's all 'baby', 'kiss my this' and 'touch my that'... 'ooh I'm so happy', 'now you're a twat'. Bloody hell... I'm even at it now. But what about all of those other people in our lives that might be worth a mention in song? Gecko are a band that generally like to steer clear of sounding like anyone else.
He was saved in this week's dance off against Johnny Ball by Craig, Darcey and Bruno and now lives to see another week on the Strictly dance floor. In this exclusive interview I catch up with the man we saw rocking Sixties florals and Jedward high quiffs to the max. He's one of the most lovable TV presenters around... it's Richard Arnold!
Well we weren't let down were we? The opening live shows of Strictly provided everything we could have asked for and more, the drama, the tears (thank you Victoria), the mood swings of Craig and - it's fair to say - a ridiculous number of 'yahs' courtesy of new judge Darcey Bussell.
Weeks of speculation over the celebrity line up has finally ended and the 14 stars are well into preparations for the opening night. The show may be on it's 10th series but the glitterball trophy remains one of the most desired prizes out there.
Over my years in the spotlight, I've often spoken openly about my experience with dementia - my fathered suffered with the disease during the later years of his life and for many years I worked to look after him before he entered a care home, when in need of more specialist treatment. I know first-hand how heart breaking and frightening it can be to go through the process of seeing an older relative is diagnosed with the condition.
I feel a bit grubby. I've just watched the actor Stephen Mangan murdering Who Know Where The Time Goes on SkyArts and I'm left wondering just what is this obsession with people doing things half cock?
So many significant events occurred last year that Billy Joel could probably rewrite the lyrics to We Didn't Start the Fire and it would still end up being longer than War and Peace and Stacey Solomon: My Story So Far put together. Even the normally calm world of showbiz wasn't spared a flood of stories, from The Only Way Is Essex winning a BAFTA to everyone from Jeremy Clarkson to Ryan Giggs taking out super-injuctions.
It can hardly have been the reaction she wanted. When it emerged that Alesha Dixon was defecting from Strictly to Britain's Got Talent, fans of the dancing show were pleased. To say the least.
With the X Factor now a laughable parody of itself, it's a brave move of the BBC to reinvigorate the genre with The Voice. And sure, there'll still be viewers questioning the presence of a talent show on BBC One, but consider this: a chunk of the licence fee is earmarked for entertainment regardless, so it might as well be done properly. And that's just as much a plea to the BBC as it is a polite middle finger to the naysayers.
So long 2011 television, it's been emotional. Alfred Hitchcock once said that television "has done much for psychiatry by spreading information about it, as well as contributing to the need for it". Now, he may well have said this during the previous century, but if you told me he said it having just watched an episode of Desperate Scousewives I'd totally believe you.
Indeed there is no shying away from the parallels in this exhibition with so much modern entertainment. Celebrity worship is another human constant; and with celebrity, as any Hugh Grant or Steve Coogan knows, comes sex, obsession and the baying British press.
"I'm against reality," Karl Lagerfeld said, as he unveiled his Bombay-inspired pre-autumn/winter 2012-13 collection in the heart of fantasy, Paris, last week. "This is the Paris version of the idea of India," he continued, in all his Burton-esque resplendent glory.
Being judges (without a jury, mind) is becoming ingrained into our culture. We're constantly told that our opinion counts, we're encouraged to comment, to vote, to Tweet, to share 'what's on your mind.'