When you know you can't dance

I had an idea yesterday that there’s a gap in the TV reality market for a programme “So you know you can’t dance”. The delectable Brian Fortuna would be the show’s mainstay, with a plethora of FFs (everyone welcome, including those with limited mobility) dressed in “firm foundation” and sequins, boogying on down to Beyonce. It’d be far more entertaining and sincere than watching some celebrities on Strictly pretending that they really, really love the other contestants and that they and their partner are there merely for the “journey” and not because they actually want their hands on that glitterball.