Hullaballoo

Had one of my famous hullaba pregnant breakfasts this morning of guacamole, beetroot, honey, yoghurt, nuts and mungbat juice. I danced around the kitchen to amazing radio (amazingradio.co.uk). It's a station which only plays music by new artists, and the public can download the tracks, with the musicians getting to keep 70% of the proceeds. You type in the name of a band you like and the songs influenced by them appear. Good eh? There were a couple of good tracks, then the lyrics of one of them make me chortle a bit into my pitta bread;

"Pass me the wine, I wanna get drunk
I miss shouting at you
It's no fun screaming on my own"

Okay, no issues there then....

Moving swiftly on, my energy rose and I cut down a pair of jeans to make new trendy denim shorts to go with my purple leggings. I love them, I feel like a dancer, even though I have in no way the body of a dancer. I am a traditional, curvy, strong legged celt and after yesterday's sample of contact improvisation dance, I am less bendy than I thought. Below is an Italian Utube lego verson.
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Today, I am trying out a 5 rhythms dance workshop, which sounds less intense. Contact impro was 3 hours of rolling around with clothed strangers, trying to make meaningful phsical, non-sexual contact. I lived in horror of accidentally kissing someone or worse falling over and hanging onto their dangly bits to regain my balance. The jam session afterwards was musiked (new word) by two solemn german musicians on a double bass and a violin, wailing and hissing into the microphone and occasionally moving round the room with finger bells. Now I am experimental and open minded, but I did wonder what the hell I was doing there after a while.