This is what the Ballroom at the Festival Hall was
designed for. Dancing. Dancing the tango
to be more precise. This was billed as
an ‘Argentinian Tango Social Dance’. It had a few live musicians but the music
mainly came from a lap top. It inspired hundreds, literally hundreds, of people
to start dancing. Husbands and wives, husbands with other men’s wives and young
children standing on Dad’s shoe laces in order to keep in step. Women dressed
as femme fatale’s, men dressed in t-shirts and jeans. Some leading, some following.
The bold, intertwined legs with their partners before sliding into the next
position. A complete hotchpotch of people simply enjoying themselves.
Some could really tango. Dressed to kill, like a scene
from a Jack Vettriano painting, these dancers showed all
the others how it should be done.
The Festival Hall is a fantastic place. High art to simple pleasures, it is still the peoples palace.