…Sunday night grooves and the queen of bad moves…

What a long pause between chats we’ve had haven’t we? Dearie me, whoever invented family holidays clearly didn’t have kids did they? Never mind, it all went well, we’re back home and still talking to each other and we even have some photos of smiling people…not us but you can’t be picky can you?

101 Revolutions Radio- DJ Miles Green

…just me in the studio tonight, looking out at the city and dancing round the mike to DJ Miles Green and his gorgeous mix of samba and reggae, soothing and mellow for a quiet Sunday night, aaaah…sadly my dancing is a combination of the same 3 moves I’ve been throwing around since I hit those horrid teenage years, just executed with more or less sophistication depending on…well so many factors really 😉 My 3 trusty (?) moves are;

The twisty bendy limbohnono- no I’m fine, I thought I’d try dancing horizontally on the floor for a while (perhaps nobody will notice I can’t get up coz my back has gone horribly wrong, or depending on my state “whoshoo mean am onna floor, can’t you shee am danshin’??)

The side to side “safety catch is on” mode- I’m sober, I’m behaving myself, I’m therefore self-conscious and the hen just dragged me up to do the birdie dance coz the DJ has an effing sense of humour at 2 a.m- ahaha…grrrr…

The Shakira (no no lovey, I invented it, you must have seen me and copied me, with a few slight changes of course, but yes it was me originally…) only ever performed at heights above floor level for maximum effect, diva gene well and truly excited and switched on, embarrassment factor well and truly damped down (like a spring loaded jack-in-the-box set on timer for tomorrow morning with added shame thrown in for free) usually accompanied by some kind of stripping off of something…yes a nearby male wearing something easy to rip off will do in the event that at attainment of desired height level, most of my clothes have mysteriously slunk away into corners of the room, pretending no connection to me whatsoever…

So yes, here I am alone in the studio “working” but really “escaping home for a few hours” doing the visual equivalent of singing that should only ever be allowed in the shower and something amazing happens…some amazing blueprint of fantastic dance cool descends over me…I’m goddamn amazing! Wow, I can really dance, I mean really dance, wow, I don’t want to breathe in case I disturb this miracle…

Yep, you guessed it- DJ Miles finished his lovely grooves and I started watching Step Up 2- The Streets which I had loaded up on another window on the computer, but my poor fatigued little mind made the seemless shift into delusion…aw bless, it was fun while it lasted…

On my way out I pat the wall of the control room and blow a kiss to the machines sleeping round the room, safe in the knowledge that the studio has entered a pact of confidentiality with me and will never let on to anyone how unbelievably ridiculous I looked dancing with the mike tonight…and then realise that you may think I’m a bit nuts…and then think screw it, you knew that back on the first blog, first day of the job, if you’re still with me now, you’re a keeper 🙂

About jen offbeat

well hey, what to say about me... I'm young enough to believe in wishing on birthday cake candles but old enough to know better... ...remember the song "Hey Mickey"? (f you don't, look it up, it's hilarious, Toni Basil sang it and did a music vid in her cheerleading gear for it) Well when it came out (back in the bad old '80s) I used to dress up in my pink tutu and do the little dance to anybody at home...and no, I don't do that anymore...well ok, only if I've had a few happy drinks and you ask very nicely... Everytime anyone asks me if I've been somewhere before I always say "yeah, when I was about 7" so in my head I did a grand tour of everywhere in that one glorious year and then did absolutely nothing until yesterday... Ok, the embarrassing fact is I get tearful around Santa Claus, I haven't admitted that to anyone before, but I drag my daughter to see Santa in his grotto at Christmas and then I have to pretend I have an allergy to fake snow...

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