When actors turn B-A-D.

So the seance didn't go exactly as planned.

We sat in a circle holding hands, just like it says to do in the script. And then we invoked the help of the spirits, like the script says to. Bradley's tummy rumbled. And for a while nothing else happened.

Then, violently and without warning, the table jolted. We all jumped back, knocking over chairs, spilling wine. And in the half-light we saw Sean's knee, pulsing sharply up and down. His foot was tapping with a speed and an energy that could only be described as...Thrilling.

Before we could do anything to stop him, he had jumped up from the table, landed in the middle of the living room floor and was dancing like he'd never danced before. Dancing like no-one had ever danced before. No-one that is, except...

...The King of Pop.

It dawned on us all, almost simultaneously, that Sean was channelling Michael Jackson's spirit. He was trying to tell us that he couldn't leave the in-between astral plane until he'd had one last moonwalk. So he had it. Courtesy of the Sean Verey. It was a beautiful sight to behold. And before he left we all distinctly heard a voice say: "This Is It".

Sean hasn't quite been the same since. He's insisting to Ellen the costume designer that Curtis' character would wear a glove on one hand and probably a trilby. She's resisting so far, but we all think it's only a matter of time. He's also keen that we do a Jackson-esque jig at the end of the show, "Just to round things off".

I think David's going to have a quiet word.