Now I wish I could say I can do this, unfortunately the photo was nicked from Wikipedia; however, one can dream...
This week saw our return to Salsa lessons with the delightful, yet veeery masterful Paul, down in Sunbury. And what an improvement since we started 3 years ago!
Back then, Mrs Tobbot expressed a desire to learn how to dance. She press-ganged me to join her once at week at Spelthorne College, where we learnt the 1,2,3, tap of feetings; 12 lessons later and I was still counting them under my breath!
The next lot of 12 was no better, I was starting to dread going, as I could feel the twinges in my back every time I tried to lead my partner; the fact that everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves didn't help.
Fortunately for me, Spelthorne College decided to stop holding dance classes, albeit for a pathetic reason; dance lessons didn't come with a qualification!
So here's one beef; here I am, working my butt of to pay the taxman, doing a highly (heh,heh) qualified job, what the heck do I want a qualification for? I've already got a folder full of certificates!
Anyhoo, Salsa...
Being English and mostly all limbs, I could never dance. I didn't know what a beat is, and heaven help me if I have to clap out a rhythm; it just ain't gonna happen!
Until, that is, we met Paul and Co.
To all of those who still think that our education system is below par, let me just say, that my lessons so far has been an experience out of this world. Not only can the man move, not only is he assisted by the lovely Pert Bottom (his gorgeous assistant) his classes have been fun!
After the first six lessons, I ended on a high note; December 2007 saw me leading my partner!
Our next block of 6 lessons started last week, and it just got better and better; Mrs Tobbot & I can now execute turns with perfect (ish) confidence, and this week Paul introduced a bit of New York Salsa to our Cuban repertoire.
Who says white men can't dance?
Tobbot, aka Tobstv