Care to Dance?

Care to Dance?

I’ve always loved to dance, any opportunity to strut my stuff and I’m there with bells on. I’m not particularly good at it, but it’s fun, and formed a large part of my childhood and teenage years. Dancing classes made way for night clubs and when I felt a bit too “mature” for those, parties,weddings or indeed a few friends and a few drinks, still provide the perfect excuse for a boogie. (How aging is that word?) It’s not unusual for my boys to catch me dancing round the kitchen and depending on who they’re with or what mood they’re in, they can be anything from roaring with laughter to dying of shame!

According to them, clubs no longer “slow things down” at the end of the evening, which is such a shame. How many couples met after having that slow dance before going home?

My own parents always loved to dance, that’s how they met and they knew how to do it properly. Waltz, Foxtrot and best of all a Jive. They were really good. I was always quite jealous of those old-fashioned dances in the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s, they all looked so glamorous and romantic. Disco had a lot to answer for, but even that was better than nothing.

This weekend I was lucky enough to be transported back in time whilst visiting the impressive Ned hotel in London with some friends. This renovated banking hall has retained all of the glamour of the 1920’s and has to be seen to be believed but perhaps best of all, on a Sunday night, they have a live jazz band and couples of all ages, young and old, turn up to jive and Lindy hop amongst the Art Deco pillars. They were amazing and yes, I did join in, no, I couldn’t do it properly but I had a good go and it was great! How often do you and your husband get asked to dance by complete strangers intent on teaching you how to dance? I was in heaven.

My boys would have died a thousand deaths if they had seen us but one of the many joys about being our age….we didn’t give a damn!

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