Next thursday to the Rowing Club for a three-hour salsa extravaganza and buffet courtesy of the local police - don’t ask, contacts on the force!!
I have a sneaking suspicion I will end up dancing with a woman but those who know me might not think this is such a detriment. The last thing I want when I’m trying to concentrate is some clodhopping flatfoot stepping on my toes and trying to chat me up.
I love dancing - I can’t salsa, but then I can’t Highland dance either and I used to do that at college. The Dashing White Sergeant? Let me at him!!!
Its the Gay Gordon’s for me!
You know, I never thought I’d say this when we were at college, but I actually rather miss all the ceilidhs!
Considering they were dominated by monomaniacal Japanese and the scariest bunch of Canadians I have ever seen I’m not surprised that we weren’t members. We weren’t Scottish enough!