It's modern DARNCE darling
I was unfortunate enough to attend a performance of the Rambert Dance Company several years ago. A girl that I was interested in wanted to go, so I tagged along. The 'ballet' was about the life and work of the Spanish surrealist Federico Garcia Lorca, who was apparently murderd by the Fascists during the Spanish Civil War. After five minutes of self-satisfied posturing on stage, I could well understand why.

The worst part was when they actually performed a farce by Lorca, called 'Buster Keaton's Bicycle'. An typical excerpt from the narration is:

"The machine takes on a single dimension. It could enter a book, stretch out in a bake oven. Buster Keaton's bicycle hasn't a caramel saddle and pedals of sugar, of the sort that wicked men might wish for. It is a bicycle like any other, except that it is the only one that's permeated with innocence. Adam and Eve would run in terror if they saw a glass of water, but on the other hand they would stroke Keaton's bicycle."

If that isn't enough to make any rational person put you up against a wall and riddle your miserable carcass with bullets, what is?

Predictably, the whole affair ended up with thunderous applause from the crowd, and more curtain calls than I could count, as the luvvies on stage milked it for all it was worth. At least it muffled the sound of my incredulous laughter.

BTW, I did end up with the object of my desire, only to find out that she was self-cented, tighter than a gnat's chuff, and crap in bed. So a bit of a wasted evening all round.



"Anyone who uses the word "workshop", and isn't involved in light engineering, is a TWAT" - Alexi Sayle
(Huey the cat says 'Meewoe', Thu 29 Sep 2005, 12:56, Reply)