You may remember that some time ago I was persuaded to go to the ballet. Yes, yes, I know you know that I only went because there was chocolate and nothing on the TV.. Anyway. I was fairly traumatised by the experience of sitting watching men's groins going up and down (I know that, for some of you, this is verging on being a hobby, but I am a person of taste and decency...well, taste. Well, all right, neither of these, but men's groins are for life, not just for Christmas) and vowed never to return.
I was never a ballet kind of girl, you see. I've always had the kind of shape that makes a house brick look aerodynamic, and all the natural grace of a pebble in a pond. I went for the horse-riding side of girlhood, where being five feet six inches tall meant that I should have ridden horses but having legs that make up a little less than one-eighth of my height meant that I had to ride little
tiny ponies, otherwise I looked like a pea on a drum, with the result that, in fact, I looked like I was into equine oppression.
Well today I made the return trip, somewhat against my better judgement. This time it was to see a performance by the Bolshoi ballet, relayed live to our local Arts Centre - yes, all right you cheeky bugger, we have Art here in Yorkshire!
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Art. This is us, having it.
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And, do you know, it was rather lovely? Made me feel all Christmassy, bordering on jolly and, right at this minute, that is a pretty tough thing to do. What with the house needing cleaning from rafters to floorboards, the tree having only been purchased this morning, presents still needing to be wrapped and all that. Plus, this is the Winter Solstice and I should be out there lighting a fire and feasting and celebrating the return of the sun, but I've barely got the energy to turn on the electric blanket, dunk a biscuit in my tea and wonder whether it's going to rain again or not.
So. From my electrically heated bed, I raise a HobNob to you all and wish you a very Happy Festive Season - may you get everything you ever wanted, and if you don't, I hope they kept the receipt...
MERRY CHRISTMAS! Go easy on the gin. x
3 comments:
I'm not much of a ballet girl myself, but your photos do look lovely and christmassy.
I went to the opera once - it was Don Carlos, which was in Italian, with the surtitles in German (don't speak either language). I didn't understand a word of it. DH and I made up our own interpretations. I think giggling is frowned upon at the opera...
At least when you go to the ballet you have the distraction of groins. Opera gives no such bonus...
My teacher suggested I stop ballet lessons when I was 11 as I 'didn't have the figure for it!' She was right, of course, but it still makes me sad.. .Wishing you a wonderful Christmas, Jane, and a successful New Year. Marilyn x
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