Entry for 19th November, 2008 - I still look good in tights.

We had our annual Eurovision Song Contest party at the weekend. My Significant Other takes the whole matter very seriously. We have a fancy dress party every year – everyone is given a country and has to bring a national dish. We even have scorecards.
My family were naturally Russia this year (we are always the hosts) and we dressed up as the Moscow state ballet. My wife looked lovely in a pale blue tutu, and my children looked very cute in their little costumes. I am less sure that the sight of me in dance tights and size 11 point shoes was a particularly attractive sight. I fear that Nureyev probably kept himself in better shape than I have. I can no longer gain the same height in my arabesques. I put it down to the fact that the tasty and irresistible delight of the black pudding supper has not yet reached the streets of Moscow – if it had, then surely Rudolf would have succumbed in middle age to a little paunch.