dance

once worked as support for the Kosovan refugees air lifted to the UK..I watched them for weeks doing their ethnic dances, the woman on their own..the men with their men's dancing..the shared dancing etc.  Well, they had this big ceremony for a visitor, and picked me on the night to engage in a particular dance, I thought I only had to follow what the lady did..then they put me in the middle and I had to dance for a man..to their suprise ..I knocked ten barrels of @@@@ out of the dance and danced for England..they all clapped me like I was Miss Arabic Dancer of the Year, and the next day the office was full of them wanting to take a look at little old mystery dancer me..who stole the show...ha ha ha ..never under estimate an onlooker...just because I don't throw it about, doesnt me I cant knock it out..if I chose to.  ( think that was my 10 minutes of fame and I loved it )

god..just remembered, I did this with Irish dancing too..not that I'm a River Dancer, just I cast myself in character of whatever nation..so I was slightly enebriated  in Benidorm last year, and the IRISH music came on..I was in like Paddy MCgintys goat...I honestly don't know how I get these dances impregnated on my brain..but I fooled them into thinking it was Irish dancing..( keep your back and arms straight and swing your legs stamping like a Russian Officer every so often. do a twirl) I applied the same technique when I built a small wall in the garden..I wore baggy pants hanging down my but..slapped a trowel about..leered at men..and built a bloody wall !!! imagining I was a brickie.