Well, what an eventful 24 hours it’s been – a #bbcqt faux pas on Twitter, my best ballet lesson for months (if not ever) and coming out to someone who not only knows what a TERF is but has certain sympathies with them.
I shall rewind to last night. I was in a rather mighty fine mood when I arrived home just after 9pm. I attend a local slimming club and had lost 3lb – hurrah! The things you can achieve when you’re not stressed out and eating lard.
Anyway, I always watch Question Time, so popped it on and tweeted a few things. At one point, there was a trans woman in the audience – a slightly larger lady. She was getting all kinds of abuse on Twitter, some of it by a guy who lives near me who runs a charity. Not very professional.
A little later, a guy was making a point, and the woman behind him caught my eye. – blonde, pretty and wearing the most amazing dress. She had “the look”. And so I tweeted a screenshot of her with the message:
Think I might be a little bit in love with this girl in the Question Time audience!
#qt#bbcqt pic.twitter.com/nvy8wqFg6B
I then sort of stopped watching – I was eating or doing something on the computer. Then I got a couple of tweets from other people:
Still in love?
and…
Ooops
What had I done?! It turned out that the same woman had then spoken out about education – and said she was still at school. Aaaaargh! I felt like Renton in Trainspotting after he’s made love to Diane and then, the next morning, sees her in her school uniform.
Anyway, David Dimbleby described as a woman – and the lady, called Poppy, then “liked” my original tweet, so all’s good. I need to know where that dress is from, though, because it’s gorgeous! And the little bow on the neck – this lady has some serious style.
And yet she was also trolled on Twitter. Some people just need to get a life and stop slagging off other people for sport.
This morning, I had ballet. I had been feeling really down after just not performing at all in my past couple of lessons. It seemed that, since I’d switched teachers, I’d gone backwards. Completely my fault – not that of my teacher, who is fabulous.
On Wednesday, I almost rang to say I wouldn’t make it today. Instead, I practised for an hour yesterday, going over all the moves again and again and again until I got them right. Sometimes, that was 10 or 12 times – but I persisted until I got them bang on.
So I felt a lot more confident walking into class this morning – and if you feel confident when you step on to that dance floor, that’s half the battle.
And I don’t want to brag, but I nailed it – pretty much every move. The warm-up went well and my grand degages, which I usually struggle with, were described as “perfect”.
Perfection! Ha ha! :o)
Everything at the barre went really well and Miss Anna was getting quite excited by this point. She’d said to me “You’re not a disaster…” last week. I was an utter disaster!
But this week, I couldn’t put a foot wrong. Into the centre. I half expected things to go wrong – but they didn’t.
I started with the arm exercise and I nailed it. My second position arms were good, I remembered all the moves, my fingers were good and I even moved my head, just as you should.
Huge shrieks from Miss Anna afterwards – and a massive hug. She had that “proud face” that Miss Joanne used to wear before I became rubbish a few weeks back.
“You’re a pro!” she said. Yeeeeeah, this was better than “not a disaster”!
On to the allegro warm-up, which I’d practised parrot-style the night before, and I nailed that as well – more hugs and massive smiles! Even talk of getting a distinction in the exam, but I doubt I will.
And then preparatory glissades, which I’d had such trouble with last week. Again, these went really well – I just need to work on the end.
I’ve written before about how wonderful it feels when ballet touches your soul. I’d not felt that for a few weeks and was wondering if I’d ever get my mojo back, but that feeling was there in abundance today. I felt deliriously happy as I walked out of the dance school. One of my best lessons – if not THE best.
And then it was time for lunch, which I shall write about in my next post.
Andie xxx
codeinfig says
ooh, im glad im not on twitter. it rhymes with what its really like.
shazzl3 says
Twitter would be the best of we could filter out the bad bits!