Today I was sat crying in the graveyard behind work, after hearing the devastating news my friend Mary had passed away unexpectedly. This very strange prancing mohicaned pony dog walked by and posed like this. She would have loved (and laughed at) this strange little dog.
I booked last minute tickets to see The Pirates of Penzance at The Coliseum. As children we listened to the music over and over again ~ I’m not even sure why, or whether it was mum or dad who played it, but for whatever reasons, I know, and take delight (great delight) in reciting (tarantara tarantara) some of the lyrics Continue reading The Pirates of Penzance
It was such a lovely sunny day today ~ the daffodils are out in the graveyard I walk through on my lunchtime walk. It definitely feels like Spring is upon us.
I clearly have a peurile mind, because all I see when I look at this sign for a cappuccino is a d*ck … you see it right? It’s not just me? Is it??
My social life seems to have gone a bit crazy again with nights having to be double-stacked. Last night was a quick drink with a friend followed by a double dance class, tonight is a private dance lesson followed by the once-a-month Distraction Club. I always end up missing the first 40mins of DC, as I have to head back into Town from Westbourne Park – but I wont miss dance. Continue reading Distraction Club, Prefaced by Dancing
Looking back on January it’s been a good start to the year already ~ I saw the New Year in with Laura and Nick and their family and friends drinking copious amounts of advocaat. Continue reading January 2017 in Pictures
I haven’t done a masterclass in a while – and this is the first one this year ~ a gruelling 3hrs of technique and learning a routine from scratch… On. A. Sunday!
Typically what happens is this: part way through the 3hrs my brain just gives up and forgets how to either link moves together; or the routine itself; or gets confused if the orientation of routine in the room changes ~ today all of those things happened. By the end it’d all gone to pot and I definitely didn’t want to solo dance in front of the class … oh, lordy-be no!
It was great to dance Samba again though – I only get to dance it now at the Rivoli Social which is once a month, which is probably why it’s become less natural to dance and remember. I love it though.
I really love bright winter days ~ bright blue skies reminding you of long forgotten summer days, throwing out long shadows.
There’s just something about this window that appeals to me, I can’t for the life of me imagine what it is… mmm Malbec ..!
My cousin and her daughter (Lizzie) have come down to London for the day. I have no idea why, but Lizzie wants to statues, or as she calls them “old dead men”. As we’re walking through Covent Garden Lizzie shouts “I see a dead person” and bolts off leaving both her mum and I somewhat shocked and bemused – we find her staring at this statue … It’s the small things.
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