Come with me on a journey through time! Cast your mind back to that final hour of 2005. I found myself, like many at a most excellent New Year’s Eve party and whilst my fellow revellers announced their News Year’s Resolutuons, I found myself pondering the idea of creating this very website and perhaps foolishly annouced that I would “let everybody else decide on my resolutions!”. As 2005 drew to a close in an epidemic of numeracy (counting backwards no less, I was very impressed) I sat with well over a page of drunkenly suggested challenges and I decided to get some advice from the lovely Paula on how to complete challenge number two.
“Imagine” she said as drunken friends exchanged hugs and failed to sing a song that ironically had the word “Forgot” in the first line, “that you’re trying to draw a figure of 8 with an extremely long pencil which has been inserted into a very uncomfortable place.”
“Do you have a pencil?”
“Imaginary Mikey”
“Oh”
I started to gyrate and quickly realised that my enthusiasm (fuelled by an approximately equal quantity good spirits and alcoholic spirits) was clearly gettting the better of me. However despite all the “admiring” looks I was getting from the other partygoers I somehow felt that I wasn’t getting into the spirit of the Samba. Yes, I admit, I looked and felt suitably foolish; but I just didn’t feel the passion that is synonymous with the Samba.
More research was obviously required.
This came in the guise of an email from a Daisy, Brazilian colleague of mine.
“The pencil concept is great,” she admitted, “However, leave your arms free as it helps you to move your hips and gain balance. Imagine you are putting down a fag with your left and them right feet, move your hips at the same time, wave around your arms and smile. If you still standing, them, congrats! I can take you home to Rio with me.”
I was set! I have my imaginary pencil and imaginary cigarette. I practiced a bit of my long suffering other half. She was suitably impressed
“You’re an idiot” she observed, but I knew from the way she was smiling at me that despite her ascertions of idiocy, she was obviously inamored by my sexy giration. Incidentally, I did not just type sexy giraffe there and correct it quickly, however I am told that’s what i looked like; I’ve decided that this is what I was aiming at.
It’s time to dance!
