It is no secret in our house that we are cheering on Team GB. Due to two-thirds of us being born there, and the other third being a little bit homesick watching the games in London.
But the Australians are so pissed off about all those silver medals. Imagine the disgrace at being second-best in the world in your chosen sport. Get over it.
Maybe, just maybe, in some weird conspiracy, all the other countries in the world have been training hard for the last four years too?
In other news apparently The Australian Ballet have been taking New York by storm performing their new tour. And with a piece made by British choreographer Wayne McGregor no less.
Note for all my old OCDS dancers: When I walked into the scout hall I use to teach my very first dance class, guess what my first task was? Sweeping the bloody floor! And they say there is no glamour in the arts. Will it ever end.....
Monday 6 August 2012
Avon Calling
I have decided to chuck in the dance and become and Avon Lady. Kidding! No but I did have a pampering party on Sunday afternoon for a few ladies. Most of us were related in some way or other. Would have been a complete success were it not for children coming in and out of my peripheral vision for the last hour.
Extremely hard to pull of the glamorous yummy mummy glow when you are screaming "Rufus! Get off the netting on the trampoline! NOW!". From inside the house. Right beside the special make-up lady educating us in the difference between day and night creams (one for protecting and the other for correcting girls - and my gayfriend boys).
It is funny the things you do when you no longer have culture on your doorstep. The make-up lady even tried to encourage me to take on a business. No for me though. If I have any spare time available which is not on the mothering/wifely to-do list, it is heading straight for the studio or theatre.
By the way I have indeed started up my first adults contemporary dance class. It is targeted at school and kindergarten parents after drop-off in the morning. So of course it is a beginner's class. And I really had forgotten what it is like to teach absolute beginners who have no experience of contemporary dance, either as a participant or audience member. So the first week I had 3 mums come along. The second week 6, then last week 9 people. They love it.
One lady commented jubilantly after class: "Well I didn't know what to expect. But it's like real dancing!"
Extremely hard to pull of the glamorous yummy mummy glow when you are screaming "Rufus! Get off the netting on the trampoline! NOW!". From inside the house. Right beside the special make-up lady educating us in the difference between day and night creams (one for protecting and the other for correcting girls - and my gayfriend boys).
It is funny the things you do when you no longer have culture on your doorstep. The make-up lady even tried to encourage me to take on a business. No for me though. If I have any spare time available which is not on the mothering/wifely to-do list, it is heading straight for the studio or theatre.
By the way I have indeed started up my first adults contemporary dance class. It is targeted at school and kindergarten parents after drop-off in the morning. So of course it is a beginner's class. And I really had forgotten what it is like to teach absolute beginners who have no experience of contemporary dance, either as a participant or audience member. So the first week I had 3 mums come along. The second week 6, then last week 9 people. They love it.
One lady commented jubilantly after class: "Well I didn't know what to expect. But it's like real dancing!"
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