I laughed out loud this morning when Shaun Keaveny, on BBC 6 Music’s breakfast radio show, described his dancing the waltz as resembling a woman shifting a wardrobe.
I struck a chord with me.
I couldn’t find the perfect illustration of this so this will have to do.
My attempt at a waltz with an unnamed lady.
In comparison, my tap dancing is like watching an excited puppy seek attention in a roomful of crushed tin cans.
…Me. (And Pete the Meat).
We tied in a prestigious dancing competition last night. Our duet to ‘I’ve got a feelin’ by The Peas clearly sent the judges into a paroxysm of orgiastic delight.
Knickers were actually wet. I tell you.
Pete and I were like the Fonteyn and Nuryev of the Noughties.
Michael Jackson would have immediately signed us up as backing dancers.
In a word we were… STRICTLY.
(Quite honestly folks, you missed yourselves)
Me and Lynne at last night’s after show party showing the bairns how to rave.