Down but not out !
Right, so my injury has rendered me useless as regards actully dancing but I made a perfect spectator. Gavin Glitter dragged me up the front, my having decided that, in order to stay in the game, I still needed to attend training. "When are you allowed dance again?" asked Gavin. "Monday" said I. With a wee glint in his gamey eye Gavin Glitter asked... " Sex?".... "Loads" said I...are ye asking ?"Poor Gavin Glitter nearly choked as he uttered "F*** No !" I giggled to myself and relaxed against the wall to watch the group dance practice. Bangin' Barry winked at me and off the boys went like a heard of wilderbeasts dancing to Elton John. Poor Bangin' could not remember one section but improvised with a couple of pirouettes ( not in the programme) and big arm movements....and got away with it.
Utterly Butterly concerntrated hard, so hard that he looked as if he was constipated but, following some gentle encourgement from the sideline (from me) lit his superwatt smile and was ready for action. When it came to the lift at the end he got very enthusiastic and nearly drove his poor female partner into the gym wall, but got full marks for effort.
Then came Hip Hop. Now, I categorically know that my body was not made for Hip Hop dancing, but there's nothing like looking at 28 people attempting to look like Jason Derulo when only about 4 of them did not look as if they were fitting ( epileptic fitting !) It was priceless and made me glad for a calf strain as I reckoned I would have looked like a Rhino in labour. It's Launch night on Saturday and we have been warned not to whinge about our choice of dance partner. Based on height and weight, I reckon I can only be placed with about 6 out of the 15 male choices. Whatever happens I shall throw myself wholeheartedly at him and hope for the best. I only hope my partner is not dissappointed to get me as I will try my damndest not to let him down and hope he won't let me down... mid lift ! So the tan is on,the toenails painted, the hair and make up booked and I will embrace all that comes on Saturday...including my new partner....bring it on !!!!!!
Utterly Butterly concerntrated hard, so hard that he looked as if he was constipated but, following some gentle encourgement from the sideline (from me) lit his superwatt smile and was ready for action. When it came to the lift at the end he got very enthusiastic and nearly drove his poor female partner into the gym wall, but got full marks for effort.
Then came Hip Hop. Now, I categorically know that my body was not made for Hip Hop dancing, but there's nothing like looking at 28 people attempting to look like Jason Derulo when only about 4 of them did not look as if they were fitting ( epileptic fitting !) It was priceless and made me glad for a calf strain as I reckoned I would have looked like a Rhino in labour. It's Launch night on Saturday and we have been warned not to whinge about our choice of dance partner. Based on height and weight, I reckon I can only be placed with about 6 out of the 15 male choices. Whatever happens I shall throw myself wholeheartedly at him and hope for the best. I only hope my partner is not dissappointed to get me as I will try my damndest not to let him down and hope he won't let me down... mid lift ! So the tan is on,the toenails painted, the hair and make up booked and I will embrace all that comes on Saturday...including my new partner....bring it on !!!!!!
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