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October 4, 2016

Running on empty

Filed under: High Finance — bitchontheblog @ 17:18
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Of all the dances I can think of I don’t like the Tango. Not least because of the saying “it takes two”. It’s a fallacy. Sometimes, in life, it only takes ONE to upset the apple cart.

As an aside, and irrelevant to the rest of this post: The other reason I don’t like the Tango is because it’s contrived. Give me Flamenco instead. The Flamenco tells a story.

Yes, so it takes two unless it only takes one to lay down the law. I have defaulted. Big time. Not by choice but because I was robbed a few days ago. It wasn’t dramatic in as much as I didn’t come to physical harm. Someone bumped into me (Italian style) and, as bank notes don’t weigh much when wearing a heavy leather jacket, I didn’t notice what had happened till I emptied my pockets on my return home. Keyword “Empty”.

I then had a few days to try and turn this reincarnated Titanic round – alas I couldn’t. Which is unusual for me. It takes two to tango? Sometimes it takes many to make your world go round.

If any of you need your clothes washed by hand let me know. I don’t come cheap but you will get value for money.

Hugs and hisses,




  1. As a dancer who never really learned to Tango but who has friends from Argentina I cannot agree with you. Having seen and tried real Tango, not this , as you say, contrived presentation one sees on”Strictly…” (if one actually watches without getting so annoyed that the room is in danger of being flooded with gore from burst blood vessels) I have to say that I would love to Tango. During the post Peron times large gatherings were banned and the Tnago went “underground” and was kept alive by older dancers……. so full of emotion..
    I too love flamenco… especially the music and above all saeta….. “arrows of song the pierce the heart” . This may surprise you that I should love an essntially religious musical form: Miles Davis and Gill Evans recorded an wonderful evocation of this and the pocessions during which it is often played… Oh and I have actually tried Flamenco….. dsastrously.

    Comment by magpie11 — October 4, 2016 @ 19:50 | Reply

  2. I’m so sorry that happened to you Ursula. If I c ould pay for it, I would ship you all of my washing in the knowledge that it would come back in better shape than it left.

    Comment by Kylie — October 4, 2016 @ 22:21 | Reply

    • Thank you, Kylie. A little bit of commiseration goes a long way. Only the complacent will tell you in a moment of crisis that “this will pass too”. Sure, it will. Like when? They are the same people who tell you to “live in the moment”. Grand. I am. A moment can be painful. Cut me some slack, I say to them. And then there is always “tomorrow”, another day. But now is now.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 5, 2016 @ 20:53 | Reply

  3. I am sorry to hear about the pick pocketing. I hope that the amount stolen was not too big. Before my hips gave way, Urmeela and I used to be quite good ballroom dancers and very often would receive requests for a demonstration. I am surprised that you don’t like it. Flamenco is alright as a solo performance, but the tango is quite an achievement if you can do it well.

    Comment by rummuser — October 5, 2016 @ 13:41 | Reply

    • This is true….more than once I saw my father in law reduce grown women to jelly by dancing a Tango with them…. they had never danced it before but always asked for more……

      Comment by magpie11 — October 5, 2016 @ 18:39 | Reply

    • Thank you, Ramana.

      Leaving aside my acute plight at this misfortune, I can’t help but admire the skill involved – a bit like cat burglars. How do they do it?

      I don’t know how familiar you are with Italy, and I am not in the job of perpetuating stereotypes, yet Italians being nimble fingered are famed for what happened to me. A friend of mine was done in Rome. Yes, Rome. The Italian’s home turf. That friend was not only male, of imposing frame and fairly young at the time, but also with the company’s Italian, and most astute, ground agent when he was relieved – in a jiffy – not only of his wallet but his beloved sunglasses too. In bright daylight, at the bottom of the Spanish Steps. Obviously, men do not take too kindly to being duped. So there was a certain amount of consternation. At least Italians have style, rather than taking the easy way out by just clubbing you over the head in order to get to the contents of your wallet.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 5, 2016 @ 21:11 | Reply

      • I almost wrote more or less the same thing about Italians linking to your despair of Brexit! I decided against it to be diplomatic!

        Comment by rummuser — October 6, 2016 @ 06:11 | Reply

  4. My heart goes out to you. Kaitlin had her purse neatly ripped off in a Paris metro once. She ended up living in a youth hostel for a week eating nothing but apples instead of staying with friends. Their address was in the purse. She has no desire to go back to Paris.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — October 6, 2016 @ 00:12 | Reply

  5. Just this week I saw a photo of some tourists in Thailand. There were two little local girls in the photo and it captured the smaller of the girls right in the act of taking the woman’s watch! Remarkable

    Comment by Kylie — October 7, 2016 @ 03:40 | Reply

  6. Sorry to hear that U – over the years I have been fortunate enough to not have that experience. I am sure my size has something to do with it but now I am old enough to be concerned about it happening. Of couurse the perpetrator would be angry over the small take –

    Comment by shackman — October 8, 2016 @ 21:48 | Reply

  7. Dang! Aren’t you due for some good fortune, U?

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — October 9, 2016 @ 23:27 | Reply

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