Strictly Couch Potato
I promise I won't blog about telly every post, but I have discovered some wonderful things through the goggle box. Bollywood video clips, for example. The dance routines are rather silly, but the songs are getting better with the influence of Bhangra, and the young men and women are very decorative. I’ve always been partial to a dusky gentleman, and men from the subcontinent are about as good as it gets in oriental charm. My interest in cricket was always fuelled more by the thought of being bowled over by Imran Khan or Mark Ramprakash than by any interest in working out the difference between silly mid-on and silly mid-off.
The highly rogerable Ramprakash is my tip to win in Strictly Come Dancing. I used to be quite fond of Peter Schmeichel the former Man Utd goalie, but seeing a man on the dance floor can change your impression totally. The delightful little Russian dance pro Lilia Kopalegova makes anyone she dances with look good, although she had her work cut out with Matt Dawson the rugby player in skintight fuchsia pink. I am something of a mover myself on the dance floor, and even in the lower sixth my Funky Chicken was much admired. More recently, in West Africa, my rhythmic hipswivelling got nods of approval from the African ladies, and one actually marched across the floor at the end of a very long number, hit me with a high-five and said “Respect, sister!”. That’s the African equivalent of winning Strictly Come Dancing.
I promise I won't blog about telly every post, but I have discovered some wonderful things through the goggle box. Bollywood video clips, for example. The dance routines are rather silly, but the songs are getting better with the influence of Bhangra, and the young men and women are very decorative. I’ve always been partial to a dusky gentleman, and men from the subcontinent are about as good as it gets in oriental charm. My interest in cricket was always fuelled more by the thought of being bowled over by Imran Khan or Mark Ramprakash than by any interest in working out the difference between silly mid-on and silly mid-off.
The highly rogerable Ramprakash is my tip to win in Strictly Come Dancing. I used to be quite fond of Peter Schmeichel the former Man Utd goalie, but seeing a man on the dance floor can change your impression totally. The delightful little Russian dance pro Lilia Kopalegova makes anyone she dances with look good, although she had her work cut out with Matt Dawson the rugby player in skintight fuchsia pink. I am something of a mover myself on the dance floor, and even in the lower sixth my Funky Chicken was much admired. More recently, in West Africa, my rhythmic hipswivelling got nods of approval from the African ladies, and one actually marched across the floor at the end of a very long number, hit me with a high-five and said “Respect, sister!”. That’s the African equivalent of winning Strictly Come Dancing.
7 comments:
Well done Daphne! I'm desolated that we can't see you at it. (Dancin')
Is Ramprakash the one who was a mechanic in Corrie? He moved well!
'the funky chicken' ?
oh please, no ...
Pat, the one from Corrie was pretty hot too, Ramprakash plays cricket for England and is in a much classier league. But I wouldn't kick either of them out of bed on a cold night.
Zed, you're in no position to criticise anyone else's dancing. I have evidence, don't forget. Mwahahahahahahahah!!!
We gorillas call the hip-swivelling one the "giving-birth dance". It looks best when the woman holds onto a tree truck when she's doing it. I've heard that Imran Khan was more snake than charmer.
GB - is that how pole-dancing was invented?
I doubt it, Lady Daphne. I think the dance pole was inspired by the May pole, which means something else.
You Go Girlfriend MM MM MM!
(*fingersnap and head bob)
Will your Funky Chicken be available on YouTube in the near future?
Yes those ubiquitous Bollywood dance numbers are quite a spectacle..those painful smiles..do you suppose that they insert smile retainers in their mouths..you know, like the perpetual grimace'contraptions that they put on dobermans and rottweillers in Western movies.
Who among us can resist the incondensability of watching those dusky lip synchin', leading men for three or four hours...
karoake anyone?
With heavy hearts we cannot ignore the sad truth that many of these timeless epics were filmed in Switzerland in order to safely replicate the panoramic scenery of Kashmir without having Pakistani Nuclear Missiles being visible 'just off camera'...
ah Bollywood...
what a shame that they can only produce about 4 million films a year. Enjoy.
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