Entry for February 03, 2007

I took Ros down to her mum's dance class today at the local church hall. Until I met Mrs B I was entirely unaware of the strange and exclusivley feminine subculture of dancing schools. I was blissfully ignorant of the goings on in Chuch Halls and Scout Halls and Community Halls all over Britain.
Whenever I go along I feel very out of place. I am generally the only male, cast adrift in a sea of oestrogen. I feel at any moment I will drown.
It's all very odd. I had no idea that there was so much pink in the world. I would have thought that God only made so much pink. I would have thought that He would have made some of the stuff but then thought to Himself, that's all very well, but it's a bit girly - now let's have some more red... But no; on Saturday mornings there seems to be an unlimited supply of the stuff. And chiffon. And leotards of all shapes and sizes.
Where are the shops for this stuff? They must be shifting literally acres of lycra and tons of sequins, yet there is no trace of them anywhere. Is it just because I'm a man that I can't see them? Or is there some secret network of women dealing in the stuff: smuggling it past the inquiitive eyes of customs men; selling it from behind steel doors in council estates; cutting the stuff with cheaper material?
Remember boys - just say no.