I recently accompanied my Dad to the Big Ballet in Worthing.

I had a vague idea of what was in store from the flyer, which depicted big girls dancing in tutus. I guessed they were ex-ballet dancers who had just got a bit overweight.

I'm no ballet buff but I could tell these girls, whose age range must have spanned from 25 to 55, could actually dance.

They tried hard to add a bit of comedy to the show but I wasn't sure if we should be laughing at them or with them.

The humour was a bit like Spanish holiday entertainment and didn't quite carry over the water to Worthing.

After the interval, I feared the second half would be more of the same. But talk about a game of two halves. The girls were joined by some young male dancers called the Fighting Club.

These boys were topless, wearing jeans with carefully placed rips in them to show off their buttocks. They were raunchy and lively, and made the lady dancers look even more lethargic.

Without a doubt the young, slender and supple boys created a sense of naughtiness which appealed to the female observers and the night ended on a high.

So, to my absent friends who deserted the show at half time: you should have stuck it out. After all, EastEnders is repeated on a Sunday.

  • Vicki Winstanley, Old Shoreham Road, Hove