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.
