TheBanyanTree: Life Stories 127

[Roger Pye]

Did I ever tell you about my tutu? Beautiful it was, white, frothy and 
flummoxing and I wore it three times a week after school for about a 
month. It may only have been a week or so but it seemed like a month to 
me at the dizzy and most interesting age of six. Whatever possessed my 
mother to enrol me in Mrs Emmy Jorrock's Supreme Ballet Dancing Academy 
61 years ago I shall never know because after I left in virtual 
disgrace, being encumbered with feet which had a penchant for falling 
over themselves, the subject thankfully never raised its head again. 
More fortunate for me but not appreciated at the time was the fact that 
no one from the private primary school I attended was enrolled at the 
academy despite it being but a stone's throw away!

roger

Tobie Shapiro wrote:
> January 21, 2000007> 
> 
> Ballroom Dancing
   But you know, this is a crock.  You can bill it
> however you want to, but the reality for most of us with our knobby 
> knees and scabby elbows was that Dart Tinkum's class was barely 
> tolerable. We were embarrassed to be there, embarrassed to touch the 
> bizarre and alien members of the opposite sex, and embarrassed to be 
> counting our feet as we shuffled across the shiny floor, no rose in our 
> teeth.  The apple of no one's eye.
> 
>