Pamela Stephenson Connolly's Strictly diary
My Strictly Diary: Gavin Henson, his biceps and me
Making it through to the finals of Strictly Come Dancing is all a bit daunting for this sexagenarian
My Strictly diary: what should I do with all the frocks?
It's all very well being offered my costumes from Strictly Come Dancing, but where and when would I actually get a chance to wear them?
My Strictly diary: Hapless hose
I had an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction on Saturday night
My Strictly diary: A dance with death
Who knew that being on Strictly Come Dancing could be a near-death experience?
My Strictly diary: Erotic tension is the elephant in the room
No wonder illicit 'incidents' have occurred in the past, as well as the formation of long-term relationships
My Strictly diary: I haven't really had a rough week
Reality-TV-land seduces you into thinking you're important
My Strictly diary: It could have been worse, I could have fallen down the stairs
If I was voted out I was going to blame Gavin Henson for distracting me by taking his shirt off
My Strictly diary: What right have I to so much fun?
The light of the Strictly ballroom keeps 'survivor guilt' at bay
My Strictly diary: I'm learning new and vital skills I never imagined I'd need
Not only am I bedazzling in my silver dress, but I've discovered a whole load of secret skills
My Strictly diary: unleashing my inner exhibitionist
Pamela Stephenson Connolly: it's nice to know the years have not eroded my performing instincts
Pamela Stephenson Connolly: my Strictly debut
Pamela Stephenson Connolly: The inner tart, sequin rash, and my first tiff with James on Strictly Come Dancing
