Yesterday was a day I will truly never forget. It was the day I joined some of the most unassuming but most inspirational women I have ever met and danced like a loon for six hours straight. We covered, or at least attempted, 12 different dance styles in that time. We shimmied, sashayed, lunged and bounced until we could literally bounce no more. At the start we were like a super human, 2000 strong, dancing machine. At the end we were sweat laden cripples, lucky if we could even sway and could barely lift our arms. Everything ached. And we honked. Man ...
We’re on our way to Wembley #TeamHonk
"We're on our way to Wembley, we're on our way to Wembley, da da da da...." ...Is not something, as a long suffering Aston Villa fan, I thought I was ever likely to catch myself singing. But today I am. Mr B and I will soon, indeed, be making our way to Wembley. On March 8th in fact. However, this has nothing to do with football, oh no. We are going to dance. For six hours. Straight. *Tries not to look panicked.* We are joining in once more with the mighty Team Honk in an effort to raise money for this year's Comic Relief, and in doing so ...