Seniority measured in tea spheres 01-07-09

Linda and I have been learning the dance moves to Thriller for 3 nights now and I think we are pretty much nailing it. As it is a world record attempt it has to be over 5 minutes apparently and feature the original dance moves. This means it is quite tiring and we still need to learn how to link all the bits together. But Hayley Clark has agreed to also join in, so that will make a total of 3 people. Simon Green laughed heartily when we started practicing and I bet he is regretting it now, but I’m not going to let him in our group when he comes begging.
Nor is Dan Bunder likely to tag along after his disparaging words towards Jackson last week. The Thrill the World event will be in London in 2 or 3 months and everyone is invited. If we get 29 people we can have a local event, but I’m not sure that’s a goer – as I would then presumably need to lead the dancing myself. Learn the dance moves here if you are up for it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AVvnBiBYcvY&feature=related
I should be quick to point out that we are definitely not only doing this because He is dead.
I tried performing the moves after the IFS outing on Saturday night – this was without music, across some discarded suitcases and other rubbish, and with alcohol in me, in other words in a challenging environment – and it was fair to say the performance worked for all observers. My expression was described as ‘serious’, which I like.
The IFS outing was amazing, though would have been better if more of the people I know had been there. As it was I talked philosophy and ate chips with the casually dressed Peter Donnelly and learned something profound, though I may have since forgotten it. Peter Donnelly now knows how to use my phone to update his facebook status, although it takes him quite a while.
I won £12.50 on race 3 then promptly stopped betting and sat drinking with Becca Charik, whose nickname should be but isn’t Charbecca, Iram and Irram, who are spelt differently.
Irrepressible minx Clare asked me for a dance on the boat rather than vice versa. Luckily for her I said yes.
I think I am now approximately 5th in command at IFS. This is evidenced by the fact that when everything went wrong on Saturday and everyone was grumbling on the jetty, it seemed to be my job to find Cassie and get her to the scene, inebriated though she was. Currently Paul Massey, Cassie, Jeremy Brett and possibly Simon Ball are senior to me (I calculate). I made a cup of tea for Jeremy today, which was a major step forward for my tea sphere. He received it well but I was probably undermined by the unexplained replacement of milk by bottles of curdled butter, a substance which sits on top of the tea in an oily and suspicious way.
The girl downstairs on the boat who served me the burger which was then partially stolen from me by Cassie was called Harriet, and she goes to Manchester University and has just completed her first year. She told me she didn’t really want to go up on the deck and dance to YMCA with us though. This was understandable, in the cold light of day.
Angela Lovett is a dancer of the highest class. I suspect she is ballet trained or some such. It takes grace to recover from falling over on a boat in front of ones colleagues with such calm.