Nearly didn't get there last night after spending all week travelling around England with work. Apart from being tired, the other thing that nearly sabotaged it was free access to a fitness suite in one of the hotels: I joined in a boxercise class under the impression it was going to be something like aerobics (and jumping around to music can't be that hard, can it?), but it was high-speed circuit training to techno music led by a woman with a six-pack. Fortunately by last night the stiffness was on its way out.
I got my second wind big time when I got to the Toad. It was a really nice night, the opposite of La Tasca last week (and different to what the Toad's usually like): not too many people there but most of them were people you'd want to dance with. Delighted to see that amusing and talented ***, who I've danced with in O'Neills, can now make it on Thursdays; and I had a nice dance with the amazingly precise dancer whose name I haven't found out yet. Apart from a couple of abrasive tracks the music was good too, nicely varied and quite relaxed. A couple of cumbia tracks: amazingly at least a third of the people on the floor were actually dancing cumbia to it...
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