Still here

Tango weekend went well. Saturday was ‘Bilz’ and Sunday was the Russians, again.

Saturday night I lost one set of lights. It was a ‘white’ set that I draped over the drums and keyboard on the back of the stage.

It has been living on borrowed time for ages. Long before I became the designated lighting guy, there was electrical tape patching the connections. It is only a cheap set of Christmas lights, expected to be hung once a year and stored away after. These poor sods get dragged out then rolled up every fortnight. On Saturday I had almost completed laying them out when a wire slipped out, “SOMEWHERE”! I just scooped them off the instrument covers and ‘screwed’ them up in a bundle. I’ll buy a new set this week (or next). I had to do ‘magical’ stuff with the disco lights to fill the dark empty space.

One of the ‘better’ strings is showing signs of dying. This time I know exactly where the fault is. If I can fix it with hot glue this week I will keep the string. Else, I shall be buying two new strings.

Sunday Russians- my designated partner is still unwell, much to the joy of the new lady I have been instructing. She swears she has not got a voodoo doll. But she does smile a lot. We shall see what happens next Sunday.

I wonder if I should mention I allowed myself three small glasses of Prosecco at Bilz and asked someone (I know) to dance. Maybe I should do that at every dance.