Shall we dance.

I braved the elements to head out to Duckie, my earlier thoughts that the promise of a Arctic blast had been unfounded, soon disappeared, resulting in a very brisk walk to the RVT.


After last weeks below par evening I am pleased to announce that this week it was back to the high standard I have become used to, from the conversation with the Cloths at the door to the by now traditional farewell hug from Queerroyale and the Spectacled Bear it was a enjoyable evening.

As usual there was a film being screened, not sure what it was but involved two deaf/mute men and was set in the 'it's grim opp North' era. The end where one of the men was pushed off a bridge by schoolchildren and as a consequence drowned was a bit of a shocker, I have no idea what it was called. But it was oddly disturbing. We then saw a short set in or near Wakefield I suspect in the early sixties.


Two acts, the first being Pulse, a male/female dance act. The first segment being a Fred Astaire /Ginger Rogers 1930's type performance beginning with a rendition of Let's call the whole thing off, with the added extra that both perform either, tomato, potato were pronounced the same by both. This then led to a rather graceful dance. Fifteen minutes later they were back, less immaculately turned out but just as good, with spoken word commentary on the development of a modern dance routine and the dangers of forgetting ones moves and the improvisation such forgetfulness induces.



The second act - Marawa - it involved Hula Hops, for some reason all the Hula Hoop performers Duckie has played host to have been Australian - or appear to have been, is there a reason for this?
Not that I am bothered as they are always extremely good, and Marawa won us over even before she came on to the stage, after Amy (a New Jersey girl) relayed her claim that after a few months in New York, London was a more exciting city (I hope for good reasons) and that a Duckie audience was also far better and more fun.



Later on we saw the results if an off stage act - which involved pictures being taken of punters taking poppers.


After last weeks early departure , I was pleased to stay until the end. After drinking five pints of Guinness I have discovered that updating my Facebook status at 2.30 in the morning is not always a sensible idea.