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Second Bangor Tea Dance

It had snowed all night, but it was not heavy enough to stop us. We had arranged to take Katerina with us, and I had joked to Viv that if she tried to cry off, she should tell her it is far worse in Siberia.

We had allowed plenty of time and as we travelled along the A55 we realised that we would be quite early, so against my instincts I tried to drive slowly, but we were still three quarters of an hour early outside Penrallt Baptist Church. We still had a parking place to find, but this would not take long.

As we turned the first corner we passed Sharon walking up, she had not yet arrived herself.

When we got in my first job, as always, is to make Viv a coffee (hang on, wasn’t it me doing the driving?)  Anyway, Sharon was in a state of stress and not ready for us. She must have snapped at me because she apologized for it, rather sweetly later. I honestly never noticed, it must be because I have lived all my life in families full of women. The thing is I know I am of little use at times like this, so I made the coffee and got out the way, and ate the sandwich Viv had made me for lunch.

All the usual Bangor crowd soon arrived, along of course with Anna and John, always great to see these two, their energy is what I think keeps Tango Bangor going, along with them they brought Leo, who sat there happily googooing.

When the class started there was the usual excess of women so Viv was let out holding the baby. I don’t know who looked the most happy Viv or Leo.

This did not last though, as the class struggled to do double time to a Vals beat (there are a lot of absolute beginners here) Leo got fed up with a substitute mother and decided he wanted the real thing back. This sort of ruined my first dance with Anna, but I know my place in this pecking order.

As usual after the class everyone stuffed themselves with cake, and it was hard to drag anyone away from all the lovely food to dance. It also makes it very hard for me, still struggling with my weight, though I admit to partaking of the odd crumb or two. Ok a big slab of chocolate cake and coated end of the chocolate Swiss roll. Somehow I always seem to drop a pound or two whenever I fail, so I am not too upset at my lack of discretion.

Soon enough we were all dancing, one or two of the first timers were a bit nervous as I took them on the floor, but I was gentle with them. I find it incredible here that people who have never danced before will stay and enjoy the social afterwards, and the men will actually ask the women to dance. There is hope out there with our student generation.

Bangor is unusual in the dance scene, in that as it is a University Town the crowd tends to be much younger than in say, Chester or Shrewsbury. Although they are, or maybe because they are younger they are full of enthusiasm and lacking any inhibitions. The fact that Viv and I are so much older seems to worry them not at all.

A great time was had by all and I am saddened to see that I must work the next one on 6th March, it was a good run but as any shift worker will tell you, you grab these things when you can.

On our drive home I was able at last to unleash the horses, that is, until the snow again pulled the traffic into another disorderly queue, with my wipers battling against the rising spray.

We had to get home you see, because we were out again at Ewloe social club that evening, for the Finches the dancing never ends.

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Blackpool Weekend

The weekend started badly, with a trip to the dentist, always a favourite. Fortunately I needed no work doing, so I was soon back home, to finish packing the car.

I had a mad scramble to find some dance music, as we did not know if there would be any afternoon dancing. I had nothing organised, and so I was hoping that it would not be needed. There is little worse than a disorganised dance. I have made a note to organise some dance music in my computor for again. Fortunately it was not needed this time, but it is always best to be prepared.

The car was not fully packed when we got the call from Sharon (Steves wife not the tango teacher). She had to work in the morning and so was also not able to get the coach that was organised. So car loaded at just before two we were off to Blackpool.

The bus, we had heard, was already there, so we would miss the mass check in. All the people who were making ther own way had been instructed to arrive after two, so hopefully we would miss them too.

We finally arrived at about quarter past three and were soon installed in our room, and resting ready for the nights activities.

Steve excelled himself again and the entertainmnet was first notch. He was helped out by Dewi who played a few CDs allowing Steve time to dance with Sharon. The night was all too soon over and we all left for bed exhausted.

The following day Saturday, was Valentines, Steve and Sharon had spent the day decorating the ball room, with balloons and cards lovingly made by Jan. The walls were covered with Valentines banners hearts and flowers. The format of the night was similar to Friday, with Dewi once more allowing Steve time to dance.

Time was given for a few party games, and as usual I failed to win anything, but it was the taking part that counts.

It was decided during the night that we would have a tea dance the following afternoon, again hosted by Steve and Dewi. This kept us all occupied, but in truth the weather was much better and I think some decided to make the most of it. Thanks to The Kimberly Hotel for the tea and coffee, instead of paying for them donations went to the local animal rescue.

Sunday night and Steve went into his full crazy mode, we had visits from ex presidents, Dolly Parton, Jordan, Mae West, even Elvis graced us with his presence. All too soon it was over, and I must return to work again. Roll on the next time.

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