Roll up for the “Dancing on Ice” tournament visiting Birmingham this week — a feast of flashy pirouettes, slippery falls, arguments about the scoreboard — and the odd Tonya Harding-style conspiracy over whispering campaigns and attacks on rivals.
The stars (it is all relative), are a quad of candidates for the gold medal, targeting two very different sets of judges: the MPs who will perform the cull next week down to the final duo voted on by members.
