From Club Dancing to Morris Dancing

Well I've certainly been strutting my stuff lately. Had a brill time in Ibiza with two old (very old) friends and a new one seen here with me in Pacha night club. I kind of made a joke to everyone about going to Ibiza and I didn't expect to like it. What a total snob I am because it was fab, kind of alternative and chilled and really beautiful and the music (which I love) was everywhere from bars to cars to the boat carrying us across the bay to Ibiza town even taxi drivers seemed in the chilled groove and believe me Spanish taxi drivers are some of the most miserable in the world. Or maybe it's a given for that particular job anywhere with the exception of Ibiza it seems. We were staying in lovely hotel in Talamanca and my favourite chill out bar restauarant just down the coast a little even has a bed in it! See photo. It was probably a great time because I spent it with such groovy people. I even went clubbing and didn't feel too old, well the dim light helps, not sure whether my eighties- auntie- style dancing is still the thing, but hey anything goes I think!

So now back in Aldeburgh and settling back into life here and to keep my feet in I ended up Morris dancing on Monday night outside the Ship Inn at Dunwich. It's a long story but it seems whenever Rosie (mentioned in an earlier post Feb 19th 2007 ) venture out things seem to happen. I blame her!