Absolutely. In a world of bad news, “Dancing on Ice” is a glittery, chaotic escape. It’s the perfect show to yell at, laugh at, and maybe learn a little something about friction. (Spoiler: you need it to not fall over.) It’s better than doom-scrolling, and way cheaper than therapy.
And if you’re really desperate, you can pretend you’re training for it. I recommend the “Couch to Kitchen” program first. Trust me, your hips will thank you. The show is a glorious dumpster fire of human ambition and animal panic, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
So, yes, Dancing on Ice is on this year. Mark your calendars, stock up on ibuprofen, and prepare to shout, “That’s not a flying cameraman!” Because it almost certainly is. See you on the sofa, champion.
