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We didn't see any bands in the end as I hadn't got tickets, which was a good thing as a few people were having trouble getting into see the acts as some tickets were oversold! I would have been furious to spend money on a ticket and not be let in! So the evenings were spent eating, drinking & dancing in the various pubs and clubs.
Photos in the album ;)
The Boy Who Never Smiled, by Dawn O'Brien
Once upon a time there was a little boy called Sam. Sam was a pretty little boy, but Sam was also very sad.
Sam would never smile fully, as Sam believed that when he did smile, showing his teeth, he looked ugly, like Wallace from Wallace and Gromit.
Sam was a very popular boy with lots and lots of friends. One day, Sam’s friends were so sad that Sam was unhappy that they decided to try to cheer him up.
All of Sam’s bestest friends came to his house to try to make him happy. They tried telling him jokes. They tried pulling funny faces. They even tried tickling him, but no matter what they did, Sam would hide his face and try to not smile at all.
A few days later, Sam was walking in the woods, near his home. Suddenly, he heard a snuffling coming down the path. As Sam drew nearer, he saw a boy, hunched over, crying.
“Whatever is the matter?” Said Sam.
“A strange small man just hit me over the head with a stick!” Said the boy.
As the boy lifted his face to speak to him, Sam was shocked to see the most ugliest face he had ever seen!
The shock was too much for Sam, so he took off a fast run, down the path, to get away from the evil, ugly boy.
As Sam was running, he came into a clearing in the wood. He slowed down and then stopped to catch his breath.
As he was resting, Sam became aware of a sensation of being watched, he turned around fast and saw a nearby shrub rustle.
Walking over, Sam lifted the shrub and saw a funny little man. He must have been only six inches high, but held a stick at least twice that size!
“Who are you?” asked Sam, boldly.
“I’m the ugly fairy!” Said the strange little man in an American accent. “How dare you run into my clearing” continued the fairy, “I’ve a good mind to give you a whack with my ugly stick! That would teach you!”
“No, please Sir!” Cried Sam “please don’t hit me with your ugly stick!”
The fairy could see that Sam was a very beautiful little boy, and that he valued his fair looks.
“Ok then, I’m a fair fairy, I’ll give you one chance to escape being beaten with my ugly stick.” Drawled the evil fairy.
“Oh Sir, yes please Sir, I’ll do anything!” proclaimed Sam, urgently.
“Well then, if you can find the thing that melts my cold dark heart, then I will let you go and you can keep your stunning face!”
Sam was mortified, how could he ever find the secret to the evil fairy’s putrid heart? He felt that he was done for, for sure.
After some time hoping and praying that the answer would come to him, Sam noticed the fairy was becoming more and more agitated.
The longer Sam waited, trying to find the answer, the more angry the ugly little fairy became.
Sam continued procrastinating until, at last the fairy lost his temper.
“Well ya swine, it’s obvious you can’t find the secret to my riddle, now I’ll stick ye with my ugly stick, as sure as my name is Cletus!!!”
Upon hearing the fairy’s name, combined with his accent, Sam burst out into fits of laughter. He laughed and laughed and laughed until tears were running down his face.
Due to the shock and surprise of his outburst, Sam completely forgot to cover his face as he laughed.
Just as the fairy was about to strike, he looked into Sam’s face, saw his beautiful smile, and his heart melted into a puddle of goo.
Cletus dropped the ugly stick in complete aghast as he felt his heart slowly being turned into the consistency of melted butter.
As the stick dropped, it felt towards the evil fairy, hitting him over the head. As soon as the ugly stick touched the ugly fairy’s head, both Cletus and his stick winked out of existence.
You see, the only thing that can banish an ugly fairy is his own stick!
Sam was very grateful that his smile had saved his face and vowed never to be ashamed of it again.
He held his head up towards the sun and smiled a full toothy grin, knowing that he’d always love his smile from now on.
In other news, i can now do full splits on both sides! Oh, and i discovered that i can rotate a full 45 degrees at the waist. This means i can now both on my back and on my side in bed!!!
The weird and wonderful tale of the magic hair of Cher by Samuel Martin
Once upon a time in the land of love and understanding their was a young lonely woman named Charmina Talicock, who lived in an old castle in Memphis, Tennessee. She has no friends and no one to call her babe, she was very unhappy. This unhappiness was because of one thing in particular her hideous cursed hair since she had been born her hair was a disgusting putrid mess. Whenever she ventured out of the house to the shops the children would quickly be called back into their houses, when she walked down the street people crossed the road to walk on the other-side. What made it worse was that Charmina had an amazing gift – her voice, she wished to sing her songs in front of people. She could sing the most wonderful songs but unfortunately no one ever wanted to watch her perform because of her horrible hair, this made Charmina very sad.
Because of this she stayed in, most of the day and only went out in the dark of night covering up as much of head as was possible. She was very near to giving up all hope thinking to herself “How can I find someone with hair like this? No matter what she tried, or how many times she washed it, it never got any better. Even shaving it off didn’t help within the hour it would have all grown back.
One balmy summers evening she ventured out of the house vowing to not come back until she had found the cure to her horrible head of hair, slowly she began giving up hope believing that there was nothing she could do about it. As she slowly went walking in Memphis she kept to the alleys and only the darkest sides of the city sleeping under bridges.
She found it very difficult to sleep since she was plagued by the same recurring nightmare, she would be walking down the road and everyone one by one turns and goes the opposite direction. One night while lying awake in the warm night air she spotted a glow in the distance, she could see smoke and could hear laughter, music and clapping, she could also smell delicious meals being cooked, and since she was starving hungry and no takeaway would ever serve her, she decided to travel towards the lights in the distance. She felt compelled to find out what was going on and hoped to maybe swipe some bread if she could, since they would never want to see her, she felt almost certain that she would ruin the lovely party they seemed to be having if anyone saw a glimpse of her hair so she covered up head to toe.
This however was no simple journey to make, she soon realised that there would be many rivers to cross to get to this destination and if she was to succeed then it would be all or nothing.
Her long skirt was wet and ripped after making the hazardous journey and she knew that she smelled, this made her even more wary of getting too close and spoiling the fun. As she tip toed closely to the music and laughter she could see a large group of people that seemed to be made out of gypsies tramps and thieves. This made Charmina quite scared and nervous and just want to grab some food and run. As she headed towards the food she could see it was just as delicious as she imagined, but suddenly there was a loud BANG BANG on the drums and she went still for a second. The lights were dimmed, the noise had died down, and she was silent. She moved closer in the shadows to the crowd who were standing around what looked like a small podium, she covered all of her face apart from the eyes as she felt that she had to see what the fuss was about. Her hunger had disappeared and was curious to find out what everyone seemed to be waiting for. As she stood masked and silent behind the crowd a deep voice boomed
“And now the moment you have all been waiting for, the Dark Lady herself…”
At this moment the crowd burst to life cheering and clapping, whoever it was they were waiting for, they could hardly control their excitement. Charmina heard voices nearby in the crowd whisper to each other “I’ve heard about her”, "she is supposed to be the best in the whole of the land”. Charmina could hardly wait. The voice started again,
“Here she is….the astounding, magnificent, magical…DAWN”.
At that very moment there was an explosion of colour and movement, Charmina could barely keep up with who had just burst on to the stage, all she knew was that she had to keep watching! The band burst to life again and she could make out a beautiful tall woman performing the most mesmerizing dance she had ever seen. She spun across the stage her long flowing skirt following her like she was made of smoke. As her hips bounced from side to side the chains of beads running from her the tops of her dress whipped out causing Charmina to gasp. This was the point when the beautiful lady paused and Charmina saw the long flowing locks of ebony hair, it curled around her shoulders and Charmina was stunned at it’s beauty, as was everyone else in the audience. It cast a spell, everyone was transfixed to this woman, their eyes locked on Dawn’s astounding hair. Suddenly as if out of nowhere her arm shot out towards Charmina and grabbed on to her wrist, she was then pulled by Dawn out of the crowd onto the stage. Before Charmina even had a chance to catch her breath she was up on stage surrounded by the crowd, all eyes were on her and Dawn. As she held Dawn’s hand she was overcome by the energy flowing out of her and suddenly her hips began to move, slowly at first and then starting to get faster, she looked over to dawn and saw that her body mirrored Dawn’s effortlessly she didn’t need to think she just danced the incredible dance without any experience at all. But as she spun around the stage perfectly in time to dawn, she felt her veil slip from covering her head and face and fall to the floor. Charmina was horrified and the music grinded to a halt, and the crowd was silent, some even yelped with fright. As she shot down to grab her veil and run of the stage she turned towards Dawn for one final time which is when she saw her reflection in Dawn’s eyes of her hair. If felt like her whole life was replayed back to her as she saw her hair. She could not believe what she saw it was a mangled, matted mess it was over grown and dripping with grease, she could see spiders crawling over her scalp, and small nests of eggs. It was a horrible putrid mess and her heart sank to the bottom of the floor she couldn’t believe it was happening. She was glued to the spot and wanted the stage to swallow her whole. At this point there was a loud bang and the stage was filled with clouds of smoke! Charmina could not see, her ears rang, her heart beat faster and then everything went silent and there was nothing but black.
Charmina snapped awake to find herself in a small room decorated with many ornaments and flowers. She saw dawn sitting by a Mirror combing her gorgeous hair. Charmina couldn’t help it, she burst into tears , and Dawn paused from brushing her hair to turn towards Charmina and walked slowly and gracefully over to the bed. she sat down next to her. Charminda cried out, “Don’t come near me! Don’t look at me, I’m hideous and your so so beautiful, how can you be strong enough to bear it, I’m ugly I’m ugly, if could turn back time I would have preferred never to have been born! As Charmina sobbed Dawn put her hand on her shoulder and said,
“I know why you are crying that’s why I brought you here to my room, if all makes sense now, I know now what I have to do.”
Charmina was puzzled, but had stopped crying at this point,
“You see when I was young I was blessed with two wonderful gifts for which I am truly grateful for, My ability to dance and my hair. I know that I should share my gift with others which is why I dance for crowds, and now I must share the gift of my hair with you”.
At this point Dawn reached across and took the scissors on her table at cut off a lock of her long dark hair, it shone with strength and beauty and Dawn slowly began to plait her hair into Charmina’s. When she had finished the effects were instantaneous, every thing disgusting in her hair disappeared and the clean hair fell neatly in dark curls around her shoulders, it shone with a healthy glow that Charmina had never seen before. Charmina was astounded and couldn’t thank Dawn enough,
“how can I possibly repay you, I will give you anything I can”, To which Dawn replied,
“Just promise me that if you have any special gift, share it with the world, and don’t keep it to yourself, you got that? share”
Charmina repeated this to herself all the way back home, as people stopped in their tracks marvelling at her hair. She was finally happy and upon changing her name to simply Cher (Charmina was not very good at spelling) she knew exactly what gift she could 'share' with the world, all thanks to Dawn.
I just bought some New Rocks off of ebay an dyed my hair black today, in prep for Whitby.
Tell me why you're bad...
I was totally chuffed with my new cybaaarrr outfit, made earlier that day from an orange high vis. vest. I may even post a pic in the reconstructed clothing tribe, cos it turned out so well. My first attempt at corsetry!
Anyhoo, after dancing most of the night away, we stopped off at this amazing mexican take-away for enchiladas, ate back at Rosies, after a little off roading in the dj's landy, watched a bit of youtube (very scarey jimy saville song!!!!) then drove back home, trying not to nod off on the motorway.
The highlight of the drive back was seeing millions of bunnys and hares on the main M69 island in leicester-tooooo cute!!!!
A few pics in album gakked from one of Rosie's kind friend!
Come on people, sort it out!
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Last Friday was Diane Cox's Autumnal Hafla. It was a beautful event held in Christ(!) the King Hall in Coventry. Five of us came to represent the big K and had us a nice leetle improv session. There were a few tribal troupes there, its so great to see tribal becoming more and more popular and how women are truely taking it into their hearts. I love it! I'm never failed to be amazed to see how everyone can take the style and make it their own. Lynne Chapman was there with her group and did a wonderful solo to Muse's Supermassive Black Hole! Diane was wonderful as always! She has such amazing expression when she dances, its very inspiring! After dancing with her girls she later went on to do a salsa/bd fusion number with her other half. It was all verrrry sexy, as i peeked out of the changing room, half clad in various bit of body armour, to watch. Diane had asked me to close the show with some cyber fusion, or as she called it "can you do some of that pervy pvc stuff?!"
I was thrilled at the end when i was called up and give pressies for dancing! How cool is that?!!! We had plenty of time to have a bop around at the end before messing about, taking the now obligatory silly photos, raiding the samosas and getting changed!
The following day I had to be at New st station for 8am (yes AM!!!) which was not fun, for my weekend up north with Kay (Taylor) I slept for some of the journey, managed to bump into the same guy about 5 times on treks to either the loo or the buffet car, and was treated to the sight of one of his mates using the loo with the door WIDE open on the last trek! Strange folks!
Got to Durham at about 12 and met up with Anne. We spent the arvo snooping around shops, buying discounted beaded belts and jewellery. I discovered a new mineral called Opalite which is beautiful and looks almost UV reactive! www.gemstonemeanings.com/gemst...te.htm
The evening was spent eating roast chicken and watching the bollywod movie Lagaan, which was amazing, hilarious and quite long!
Sunday brought me to my two workshops for Kay and her girls. First we had Bellydance Fusion, covering drills and isolations for both tribal or cabaret style, then a 2 hour intesive on pops and locks. Both workshops went really well and were full of lovely women who were open to learning a completely different style. I was particualrly pleased with the sencond class as I'd never really taught popping to a large group and was interested to see how people would take to it. Most folks I know who pop learnt it either from just watching other dancers or from dvds, all practicing in their bedrooms so i was intregued to see how a group would get on with it in a workshop situaltion. We broke down the basics and worked on muscle control and within a short space of time i could see that they were gonna get it! It was soo exciting! By the end they were gliding, locking shoulders, mayas and ribs and were starting to pop! What was great to see was how different it looked on everybody. I loved seeing Kay executing mighty fine locks and sidewinders an couldn't help but tease her with "Aha! Your dancing tribal!!!"
After a quick drive back to Annes for food an a shower, we hit Newcastle for Cairo Beats, an arabic/western fused club night with bellydance preformances. It was held in Powerhouse, a massive gay club with THE MOST AMAZING DANCEFLOOR I HAVE EVER SEEN!!!! This thing was massive, with squares that constantly changed colours and patterns. Saturday night fever meets bladerunner! The rest of the night passed in a blur of dancing, changing costumes, dancing, changing, rinse and repeat. It was great fun, with a lovely atmosphere in the club. I amazed myself with a 15 minute change from tribal fusion into my cyber gear with body armour. Unfortunately there wasn't any UV lighting (and trhis is a gay club????!) so i couldn't use the uv strapping :( but i guess the armour looked ok without it anyhow. At 11 the club night ended and the main club opened up for its usual gayarama club fest. We hung around a bit dancing with a few guys and outing our inner diva. Then it was off to change via many fasion discussion with the new clientel. We headed back home after 11.30, which was fairly early for me, but Anne was in work the next day and wasn't feeling so hot. I'm determined to get a group of us up to another Cairo Beats/Powerhouse night. It was so much fun and that dancefloor could be my new home, i'm tellin ya!
I was thrilled to see Mo online when i got back to Annes so we spent the next two hours chatting about everything from my weekend, the pros/cons of dancing with gay guys, and generally setting the world to rights. Ahhh, good times!
Monday brought a rather stressful train journey home. Why are some people so f***ing finicky about where they sit? For christ's sake, just sit down and stop bitching about who's sitting in your seat. Its doesn't matter! You're travelling alone, so why does it matter where you sit, you big loser????!!!! Man, stoopid! I got moved like THREE times, having to cart all my crazy luggage each time, only to eventually to fine my own seat had someone else in it. Did i tell them to move? NO! Because, that way leads to more chaos on the train, when he finds someone else in his seat and has to tell them to move, it goes on an on an on an on! Stoopid!!!
Got home in time to do my evening class and chill out.
So, pics in the album etc. Snippets of the performances will be on youtube in a few weeks, cos i gotta wait for the lad to have time to stick em on dvd at work.
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