Monthly Archives: August 2015

The H & A of Strictly Learn to Dance (8)

Proof that two feet are better than one (for dancing anyway)

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Party, party (and bounce)! Party, party (and bounce)!

On a Sunday evening in December 2014 I received a text message on my phone from someone asking me to join them as their dance partner for charity. It was from a dancing friend I have known for some years, as we both dance modern jive, as a dance medium. She explained the background of the charity, in fact a hospice. Nottinghamshire Hospice. When she explained what they do, how much it costs to run, together with the important detail that we would have to learn the Samba and the Waltz as part of the process I said I’d check with my wife (Joanne) first, however I was initially tempted.

The goal set for each couple (the Hospice aimed for 10 couples to join) was to raise at least £700 (£350 each), which would include tickets sales for…

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Tube Traveller (the first from ‘The Tube Traveller Diaries’)

Tube Traveller (1)

All hot and sweaty
Packed like sardines
The time against you is heavy
As you race to the citidines

Herded into our mobile barns
We push shove and squeeze
Our bags rub against the finest yarns
Then we shower it with an eruptive sneeze

Not far now you say
The next stops are Bank and Moorgate
You hold on tight as tube sways
Knowing that you might now be late

It comes to a grinding halt
You crash into the finely adorned lady
Raising your hands ‘its not my fault’
It comes across as a little bit shady

She exits, more bodies come aboard
Its an endless of sea of creatures
In Paris its no better at Gare du Nord
Too many ways out is one of its redeeming features

Not to worry we continue to move
Bodies shift, sway this way and that
There’s never any time to lose
You remain standing just because the carriage is packed

You notice heads down in books
You may catch a wandering eye
You notice the odd indifferent looks
You notice the ones that avoid a smile

In their own little world
You imagine what they might think
You wander how their day will unfurl
What’s their connection to our existence-their link

The forecast for your arrival is nigh
Maybe a little faith will hold true
The possibility of being late is high
Maybe a little prayer will have to do?

So the journey continues without a mind
The city still needs to be fed
It will only reveal what you want to find
As you work while everyone is in bed…