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 😀😀
Posted in Dance, Dancing, Film, Humour, Life, Lifestyle, Opinion
Tagged Black and White Minstrel Show, Dance, Dance Shows, Dancers, Dancing, Musicals, Tango
If your expecting something a little raunchy, sorry I wasn’t thinking of those type of games, or maybe I was and chickened out 😂 After last weeks post I got to thinking. Why do some of us swop hide and seek for manipulate and control I wonder? For some, manipulation is a game, certainly for the ones who perpetrate it (quite often men) and devastating to the victim (quite often women) so how do they get away with it? Many years ago the answer was simple – women were sex objects, treated as stupid and so it was their own fault. I can testify to this, I grew up in the 70’s.
Of course these days things are changing (much to the annoyance of the chauvinist Victorian Male) and we have learnt (well some of us have) that women are in fact people, far from stupid and it is definitely not their fault. To be honest I always knew this. So why does it still happen? I read a post this week stating how some women would rather have someone than no one – interesting – Is it the fear of being alone? – Could be – But could it be genetic? Years ago women knew their place, surely that would be passed down genetically? Ooops, along came the Suffragettes (other women’s movements are available, hurrah) and more and more women are becoming independent; could this be an instinct passed down from generation to generation, so today we are seeing less and less of the male reliant, downtrodden woman and more independent, strong, single minded women. The problem is we don’t realise we are being manipulated and raising awareness is so very important, so I take my hat off to all those brave people that tell their stories, no matter how painful it may be.
But, what’s going to happen to all the manipulators? Probably wind up in front of a computer screen with their trousers around their ankles, OMG sorry for that image. Of course women manipulate men; in fact I’ve often been manipulated, but that’s different, (c’mon ladies you know what I mean) walking down a street, arm in arm, pointing to a particular dress or piece of jewellery and commenting how lovely it is 😂
Posted in Freedom, Life, Opinion, people, Realationships, Women
Tagged Chauvinism, Control, Games, Independance, Instinct, Life, Manipulation, Relationships, Sexism, Suffragettes
How many times have you played this and it’s got a bit risqué? In all reality it’s for kids isn’t it? I’ll leave risqué to the young adults. Even so, do you remember the excitement when you finally had the chance to ask Sally-Jo how many times she’d kissed Jim-Bob and then dared her to kiss you 😀 (yes I know 1950’s American names, just thought they sounded better than Arthur and Agnes). Then of course Jim-Bob dared you to ask Sally-Joe if she would be your date and ole’ Sal blushed and looked at you with those big brown eyes and your heart fluttered. Of course there was the time when Jim dared you to challenge big Gunther to a fight and an hour later you were in the emergency room with that broken arm 😜.
Is it sad that as we get older some of us lose that daredevil but naive attitude, in exchange for cynicism, because we have been let down, deceived, disappointed, manipulated and hurt? Maybe we should remember those days more often. When life was simple and all you had to worry about was whether or not you were going to get a kiss 😀
Posted in Blogging, Freedom, History, Humour, Life, Opinion, people, Realationships
Tagged Days Gone by, Humour, Kids, Learning, Life, Relationships, Truth or Dare
So here I was again back on the ‘Rock’ as it is sometimes referred to. The island of Jersey in the English Channel. Ninety miles from England and twenty miles from France.
Yes, I know, another bit of land we stole, c’mon you have to admit we were pretty good at pinching land and countries. Digressing slightly, it’s always amazed me how we ‘discovered’ Africa, as though the Africans weren’t already aware of its existence? Where did they think they were living? Anyway back to the tale. When I first came here in 1976 I was ‘on me Todd
,’ as we say. Now I come to visit my two sons, their partners and three beautiful granddaughters.
But sometimes I still have a deep foreboding. A marriage breakup can be traumatic and as my first marriage ended here then I guess that was the most traumatic of all my relationship endings ( I wonder if that makes sense?) So I can be toddling along merrily with not a care in the world and I will see a building, beach, or someone will mention a name and I’m right back there reliving the pain and sorrow I felt when I left over thirty years ago. Funny old life isn’t it? How one small occurrence can trigger a whole series of emotions. Oh dear this is a bit dreary 😀 So did I have fun? Yeah, of course I’m still CCB 😂 Sons looked after me and granddaughters are an absolute delight, but I think I need to arrive a little earlier on Saturday so I can do the Park Run
This morning I attended the Peter Pan Parkrun and seem to have a problem getting sub 23 minutes for a 5K, but that’s not a lack of determination or is it? I have felt under attack recently by the sub 23 minutes they have clamoured at me, similar to the peasants with their pitchforks outside Dr Frankenstein’s castle (remember that scene) But this morning I found a little peace because I met Jo Pavey .
Of course you may not know who she is? Jo was the first British runner and the only track athlete to compete at five Olympic Games, but in 2014 at the age of 40 years 325 days she won the European Gold medal in the 10,000 metres (worth watching here) that was eleven months after giving birth. Now that is determination. The thing is and I mean no offence, if you saw her shopping in Lidl you wouldn’t give her a second look. She is quite small and doesn’t have the physique of an Amazon Warrior, so how does she become a world contender and European Champion? – Determination – If you really want something you will never achieve it unless you are determined. How many people think it would be nice to be able to play the guitar, then, after a few weeks realise it’s quite hard and give up? Probably millions (most homes have one along with a treadmill or exercise bike that they hang damp washing on 🙂
So, thank you Jo I will achieve that sub 23 minutes; you need a dream, you need confidence, you might need a little luck, but honestly? If you are determined and let nothing stand in your way you will succeed 🙂
Posted in Athletics, Humour, Life, Opinion, Sport, Women
Tagged 10k, 5k Run, Athletics, British Athletics, Determination, Jo Pavey, Park Runs, Peter Pan Park run, Running, Self Awareness, Success
Who really knows what is best for you, who is your best friend? Advice is great, but isn’t it a ‘cop out?’ If you take someone’s advice and it all goes wrong then it’s not your fault is it? How many times have you heard the statement, ‘If it wasn’t for you, him or her, I could have…….?’ My students often ask me how they should do something instead of trying to figure it out for themselves, even to the extent of asking what page something is on in a text book. I ask them if they have ever heard of an index? The anticipation of failing is much worse than actually failing, trust me, I’ve failed a lot 🙂 When I was fifteen I was told I couldn’t be a motor mechanic because I didn’t have my CSE’s so they stuck me in a factory, one year later I had an apprenticeship with a local garage.
I left my hometown at eighteen and travelled to Jersey on a one way ticket, everyone told me I would be back in a week. That was forty three years ago, I guess they are still waiting. They told me I couldn’t make a living out of DJ’ing, I did, for twelve years. My neighbour told me when I was fifty five I was too old to retrain as a teacher, I’ve been teaching for six years. So be true to yourself, do what you want to do. You know yourself better than anyone else and you are your own best friend. Stick to your guns, dream your dreams and then follow them. If you fail it won’t be anyone’s fault, not even yours, if you gave it your best shot. Dream again and again because only those who dare to dream, will ever truly, live the dream 🙂
Posted in Blogging, Freedom, Life, Opinion, people, Relationships
Tagged Advice, Blogging, Dreaming, Failure, Life, Lifestyle, Opinion, Relationships, Success
I was doing a bit of research for this book thing and I wanted a T.V. programme from April 1974. Amazingly you can view copies of the T.V. Times from years ago. I guess if your not British or you’re not ‘old’ you haven’t a clue what I am rattling on about. It was a magazine that contained ITV programmes listings, you had to buy the Radio Times if you wanted to know what was on BBC. Bear in mind we only had three channels BBC 1 and 2 and ITV. No Freeview or Netflix back then. In fact we didn’t have a video recorder never mind Blockbusters.
On further scrutiny though I realised that on Saturday alone we had The Fabulous World of Skiing, The Saturday Morning Film, The Woody Woodpecker Show and an afternoon of Sport, complete with ‘All in Wrestling’ and the old ladies who regularly rushed to the ringside to hit Mick McManus or Steve Logan (they were the ‘Baddies’) with their handbags and all before 6pm. Choice is great but now it sometimes takes me longer to find something to watch than it does to watch it 🙂
Posted in 1970'S, Blogging, Humour, Life, Opinion, Television
Tagged All in Wrestling, BBC, Blogging, Humour, ITV, Life, Television, TV Times, Wrestling