My wife and I have been life long dancers, as in Latin & Ballroom, with a few offbeat dances, sequence dances and those here today gone tomorrow, dances.
Who remembers The Lambada? It's a close coupled, fast pace Latin dance that gained quite a reputation for it's sexual innuendo style of dance moves.
It must have been about six months after the dance's notoriety had left the tabloid's headlines, when my wife and I were at a summer ball, a charity event that was organised by a number of Christian churches. The venue was in one of the church halls.
After the band had played their first set, a DJ was spinning discs, nothing special, just easy listening. A lady asked for The Lambada music, adding, I can't dance Lambada but I just love the music. So the DJ obliged her request. "Come on," urged my wife, "What?" I replied, "Lambada, what else?" She said, looking at me like I was stupid. "You can't," I argued, "this is a church event." "Oh don't be so stuffy," she chided, dragging me onto the dance floor.
As soon as we stepped out onto the floor, the general hub-bub of noise diminished, it was as if all eyes were on us. The one thing about Lambada, you can't dance it timidly, either do it or stay off the floor. We did it, I boy, were all the eyes in the room on us, or what? As the music ended and we walked off the dance floor, I expected a stony silence, after all, this was a church event. What I wasn't expecting was an applause with a roar of approval. Just as we reached our seats, a fellow wearing a dog collar came up, I thought: "Uh-oh! Now we are for it." "Do I know you?" Asked the cleric. "Well we're not famous, Father," I replied, "More like infamous after what I've just seen," he said, as he wondered off. Oh dear!