Our dance class normally consists of an hour’s teaching followed by an hour’s practice during which we can request whatever dances we like. Tonight somebody brought along a country cd and taught everybody a simple line dance. It was actually surprisingly good fun, but for the last two hours I have had ‘Achy Breaky Heart’ going around my head. And. It. Won’t. Stop.
We went to an Argentine Tango class on Monday, along with the rest of the country. I assume it’s a new year thing. Despite the lack of space we learnt a tiny routine to which we’ll add steps each week. To be honest I had it easy – so far the men’s steps have been very easy while the women spin cleverly. While it does get harder, the man’s job is more to look butch. I don’t think the word ‘butch’ has ever been used within an hour’s conversation of me, but I’ll give it a go. There was one surprise: in most ballroom dances it’s important to use heel leads – every step forward has to go from heel to toe – and this isn’t one of my strong points. Happily this isn’t a problem in the Argentine Tango as they’re not used; it’s all about sliding around smoothly.
Hmmm, I appear to have just bought ‘Achy Breaky Heart’ from iTunes, on the basis that Lynsey wasn’t there this evening but would probably like to hear it. And furthermore I have listened to it. There is no hope for me. Stop reading while you can.