Tuesday, 27th February 2001.
Up there Nureyev!
Now please, make sure you're sitting down before you read the SHOCKING REVELATIONS
contained in this entry. (Of course, most of you would probably browse the internet
whilst sitting down anyway...)
Tonight Noelle and I went to the ballet.
There, I said it.
In the foyer someone was handing out programmes for the evening's show. (It was a
production of "Butterfly", the ballet version of Madame Butterfly.) I thought
"Ah, the Footy Record for the ballet!" They could take this concept further - the
centre section of the programme could have a list of all the dancers, and each of the
dancers could have a number. And naturally, the dancers would wear this number on
Could you imagine fights at the ballet? Of course there would be no all-in brawls,