Sabra and Neil from ‘So you think you can dance’ perform a really cool jazz routine to the Eurythmics ‘Sweet dreams’. I’m not keen on Neil as a dancer, (it’s his posture, the shoulders) but he does know how to drama it up. Sabra’s just so elegant, and amazing since she only recently picked up dance.
SYTYCD is one of my guilty pleasures though this year isn’t as compelling as last year and I have no clear favourites. It’s an American show, but presented by – British – Cat Deeley, which certainly helps things along nicely.
Party scene. Crowded. He brings her in, comes over, kisses me while she avoids me. They sit down at the table behind me. I can hear them fight.
“I can’t do it with HER here,” she says and I turn around.
She is laid out on a silver plate. Her hair is done up and wrapped in a black nylon balaclava like the queen in Disney’s Snow White. Her neck is Modigliani-long. From the shoulders down she is… fish. Sashimi. Glittering cuts of silver and blue herring.
It’s been a while, a week, or more, or less. My head’s been killing me and my shoulders ache in synch. I got a signal outside, he says. How are ya? OK, I say and pause. Continue: moody, up and down like usual.
He says I need a break. I know, I say. I’ve got one coming up in August.
What are my plans, he wants to know. I stretch out on the sofa and listen to his footsteps and the wind blowing as he walks the road to Mizen head. Any further out West and he’d be in Americay.
Marseille, ’cause I like harbours, I proclaim, or maybe Nice, the flights are cheaper. I don’t know and I’ve no money either. It’s tough on your own, I confess.
That’s life, baby.
I remember Mizen head and the journey home — how that man and I listened to the radio as they took Diana to Westminster Abbey. That was the end of that, the golden girl and our tryst laid to rest in one sad week.
Take a train, he says, like he’s read my mind. Like he always does. (“Why don’t you move to Amsterdam?”) I might just do that. Take a train. Travel.
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