Friday, February 13, 2009

Ginger Day Dancing.


Top of Ginger Day to you. I am delighted to discover on the interweb, 'angry dancing'.
I love the idea of having a dance to express how you feel, although not interpretive dance or any of that bollocks- 'Quick Charmaine, you are a tree, a tree on a moor, and there's lightening, and fog, and howling wee beasties! Now Dance it. DANCE IT LIKE YOU"VE NEVER DANCED IT BEFORE!" ( I was in drama school, I know this sort of thing, I did mime for chrissake. MIME!)
I already have a 'spoiled brat' dance, where I do skippity hops in a tight circle when ever I don't get my own way. This is a left over move from my much ignrored younger self, where twirling twirling always twirling was the only way a cat could stop herself from poisoning her assembled female family members. Verily there is a lot to be said for twirling.
I also have a very fine dance for when the phone rings too often in the house, sometimes that dance ends with the phone sailing in a magical arc to the bottom of the garden. True story- the phone has been chucked out the back door so many times now it doesn't really work any longer, leaving the paramour to frown and say things like, 'These portable phones are really rubbish, how many is this we've had?'
'Dunno lovely person' I will say, twirling from the room. ( Avoidance dancing)
Phones! Highly over rated tools. Dances for emotions, highly thumbed up this fine SPRING like morning.

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Blogger morgor said...

not big into the aul dancing myself.

I find bottling emotions and getting drunk works much better.

But I'm a bit of a traditionalist.

11:24 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Ah, the hubble, bubble, toil and trouble school of problem solving. With the right amount of alcohol you could easily slide into dancing mode I'd say. No?

11:40 a.m.  
Blogger Conan Drumm said...

I'm all for dancing. I'm not so much for trashing phones, although with Argos and the like they're easily replaced at little cost.

Will you be indulging in some Valintinesque hoochification?

12:13 p.m.  
Blogger morgor said...

With the right amount of alcohol you could easily slide into dancing mode I'd say. No?

To my eternal shame it has happened occasionally.

12:14 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

I weel Conan, I weeel!

Morgor, heh! For some reason I'm picturing Elaine from Seinfeld. Please tell em there was sticky out thumbs involved.

12:28 p.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

Flight of the Conchords is a riot, is it not?

I'm not so much a dancer or twirler - I get more hunched and flappy when I'm angry or frustrated. Coiled up and seething, letting the energy build, until it's released in a flappy, slammy, shouty little tempest.

Then, drink.

Too right on the phones. When I lived alone they were just off. OFF. No ringy, no bother. I have 3 e-mail accounts. If you can't get a hold of me, you're not typing hard enough.

12:41 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

"I have 3 e-mail accounts. If you can't get a hold of me, you're not typing hard enough."

You're a lady after my own heart. If you can reach me at the desk that's plenty reaching.

1:14 p.m.  
Anonymous eva said...

Hah - the dancing thing is great idea, I really should try that today, I'm so hormonal that I keep checking for smoke coming out of my ears. I had a coffee in town earlier with my darling, and he let slip some random innocent comment that made me YELL: 'STOP IT, STOP IT!" (yes, the whole cafe looked at us) and not only that but this was accompanied by me STOMPING MY FOOT on the floor.
I had to stop myself from going totally mental.
But he did stop whatever he was doing/saying...?
I should really take up dancing...

3:23 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Yes Darling, because breaking into dance would not have attracted as much attention. ( But I bet he would have stopped talking)
Right, Kickboxing.

3:53 p.m.  

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