You know what, it started with a little boys crush, yep, really. I was eight years old and on holiday in Scarborough (Benidorm of the 60’s) I was taken to the Black and White Minstrel Show you can see why it is no more. I fell in love with the girls, their costumes, their glamour, well as much as an eight year old can 🙂
It never occurred to me to be a dancer, I was a Yorkshire lad and this was thirty five years before Billy Elliot Me and me Mam (as we say up here) watched all the musicals, proper musicals I mean such as Fred and Ginger, Gene Kelly etc. It may have been nature or nurture, but dancing is what ‘they’ did and the same rule applied to University, ‘they’ were not ‘us.’ We knew our place, work/school – pub/telly and Sunday dinner was the best you could expect, that’s why I left as soon as I could. I loved Rock’N’Roll as a kid and charged me mam 6d to watch my Elvis impersonations, but for years I denied myself the art of dancing, except at weddings. You’d have to call that jiggling, but boy could I jiggle and I jiggled with every lady that was willing.
But I always wanted to Tango, again probably because of the movies, particularly Antonio Banderas and not forgetting The Scent of a Woman So a few months ago we enquired at a local dance school. “Now then Mrs, we’d like t’learn Tango” (that’s how a Yorkshireman states that he would love to dance) A lovely lady suggested that we might want to learn the basics first, so off we trundled and very soon realised she was right, read Barbara Tuckers post and you will know what I mean. Now we’re hooked with five dances under our belt. Of course I have a long way to go, I’m still more like the monster than the dancer. Is it worth it? Here’s a post that will inspire you from Carolyn Page Getcha dancing shoes on 😀😀