I shall be having a bit of a bop in the kitchen this morning to celebrate International Dance Day.
This has been held every year since 1982 on the anniversary of the birth of Jean-Georges Noverre in 1727 who is acknowledged as the creator of modern ballet.
Not that I will be performing ballet.
I gave that up after my tutu shrank in the wash.
At my age, everything seems to have shrunk in the wash.
I shall be jiving to some classic Cliff Richard. The day is held with the backing of Unesco (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation) to celebrate dance as a universal art form that crosses all political, cultural and ethnic barriers.
It was certainly a moving art form in my youth when I regularly entered rock and roll dance competitions around Manchester – and won a few of them.
For a time, I was also a tap dancer but I had to give it up.
I kept falling in the sink.
Today, I shall play Move It on the CD player in the kitchen and grab my wife for a jive.
She’s always game for anything so she’s bound to respond.
The only problem is that my chum Buddie could be working on my back garden.
If he sees the antics through the window (without hearing the music) he might do one of two things – throw a bucket of water over us or call an ambulance.
