I remember from a junior school report, one of my teachers
writing about my vivid imagination, and you know what – they were right.
I don’t know whether
it was the dullard journey home, or whether it is because my brain is mentally
exhausted, but I found my mind drifting as I sat in my fourth red light between
work and home. A track came on my Ipod, and as I listened to the rhythm and the
lyrics, I began to think how fabulous this song would be as a burlesque backing
track.
As the song continued, I began imagining a routine that
would work well with it. Happily in my world of oblivion I considered the
shimmies, the leaning back and forth, the biker glove removal...Oh hang on,
biker glove? That wasn’t in my initial outfit choice – it was only then that I
snapped into reality and realised the dance wasn’t only in my mind, but had
been in fact dancing out the moves.
Apparently it’s not the done thing to do
whilst riding a pink Vespa – who knew? The guy in the van next to me...well... his flabber looked
quite ghasted.
Vroom Vroom
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