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 their back.

Could you imagine fights at the ballet? Of course there would be no all-in brawls, only melees.