PushingJelly

I won’t dance.

I feel much more comfortable sitting in the dark behind the controls of a party disco than out front with the great unwashed.
I am a natural ‘unco’ (as an Aussie friend of mine put it as he tried and failed to teach me the basics of akido). Expressing joy and enthusiasm through the medium of dance normally ends with many injuries and not all of them mine.
Instead of dancing most would shout above the mediocre pop and dance tracks blaring in tinny over driven nastyness and make smalltalk with their peers. I am not good at that either. Long uncomfortable patches of non talk invade the space between my unwilling victim and me and they normally get bored and wander off.
With all this in mind, my current location may seem an unwise event to attend. My kid’s Karate club hold an annual awards night to bolster the egos of their most promising students and to reward the hard work of the instructors who train them (and the less promising ones too).
Because I make the effort to take some nice pictures of the club’s events (and occasionally achieve some too), I have by defaco become the club’s official photographer – until they find someone better or I give up trying.
So the awards have been awarded ( my daughter Amy is junior instructor of the year!), the raffle is about to be called and we are listening to Billies Ocean and Joel.
I won’t dance, you can’t make me…..