The theatre was packed out for this Sunday evening extravaganza, which just goes to show how this once dismissed form of dance has sprung back into the limelight. First off, we met our hosts - Sophie Lawrence (Frank Butcher's occasional daughter in EastEnders, soon to re-appear), and Sam Kay, a gravel-voiced ego-trip in a silver suit.

The latter's brash self-adulation wasn't easy to take, and why he felt it necessary to tell us that he was married to Linda Lusardi (a long-gone Page 3 girl of the late 1970s), I can't imagine.

Lawrence, on the other hand, is an accomplished performer. As the show went on, she proved a singer with a silky smooth voice, and a pretty competent dancer with a very likeable personality. Their job was to introduce the dances and the dancers - just as well since there were no credits or details in the expensive programme.

We started with a vigorous jive from Gary and Victoria, then came a sophisticated quickstep from Andrew and his very svelte partner (sorry dear, didn't catch your name) followed by the best of the lot - Lucy, in a bare midriff and pyjama pants made of gold tassels. Her partner was Ben, and they made a fine pair, with a more relaxed style of dancing than in the rather stiffly posed world of ballroom.

There was a lovely swooping waltz from Ashley and Kate, after Sam had laboriously given us the history of this dance, and a lively tango scene with the cast in pink. We learnt that in South America men had outnumbered women by 50 to one, so they went to night clubs, stamped their feet, and hey presto, the tango!

There was an embarrassing episode with a girl pulled on to the stage and being taught a tango step, and, to be fair, some nice bits of dancing all lit in the brightest of colours. The show is off to the States next. I'm sure Sam will be a hit in Vegas, and Sophie - I hope someone gives you a part in a blockbuster.