Originally Posted by
Danny
I had a great time at Southport. Spent 99% of my time in the Blues room but did venture into the Main room when I got bored.
Was up until at least 5-6am every night, didn't do any classes at all but just wanted to sleep as much as possible during the day so I could be awake at night.
The Good
Meeting so many new people and making lots of new friends
Absolutely love the atmosphere at Southport, the people up there are so nice and friendly. I've yet to meet a Scottish person who hasn't been charming and a great dancer.
Donna (Battlecat) making me somewhat a figure of speculation and legend amongst the Blues girls. Heehee.
Southport tickets only cost £30, awesome. More of those please.
The new wristbands, first weekender I've been to where it hasn't broken off somehow...
Had a great time all round.
The Bad - (this is misleadingly long, I had a great time 99.9% of the time)
The worst thing, my SWAS flatmate I just have to tell you about him...
'Ave bin dancin' fer 12 years now, am not bein' bigheaded or anythin' but ah'd say that half t' women at my venue only come 'cos ah say ah'll be there. Often 'ave to correct the teachers in classes when they get things wrong y'know? - Ah! Ya see? They got the footwork wrong on even on the DVD here. Ah've done 17 classes this weekend (It was true, he did 17 classes), of course ahfter all the time ah've bin dancin' ya tend t' pick up things faster than evr'yone else... and. so. on. all. weekend.
I later watched him dance in the Blues room. I'm not amazing myself but I can spot a bad dancer, he didn't have a bloody clue how bad he was, jerky, bouncy, women weren't happy...
I saw him comment to the teacher during one of the classes that women weren't travelling back far enough on a move - didn't seem to occur to him that perhaps he was to blame, no one else had a problem.
Finally, he also had a habit of wandering around the chalet butt naked. I'm 21 years old, he was hitting 60. I grit my teeth for the entirety of the weekend and was polite but seriously, I really was reaching a limit.
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The only other thing was the journey to and from Southport. I have no transport so I walked 3 miles to my nearest train station in early morning freezingness, from my local station I went to Vauxhall, from there, take the tube to London Euston, London Euston to Liverpool Lime Street, take the Metro to Liverpool Central, train to Ainsdale, walk 15 mins from Ainsdale station to Pontins. Not fun!
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I hasten to add that neither of the above points are Ceroc's fault. The only criticism I have is of the Ceroc official photographers. Why not just call them the 'Beautiful Elite' photographers? 50 for them, 1 (if you're lucky) for everybody else. It's dumb.
The Pointless
The fairground, the first thing I thought when I saw it was 'Why?'. Who's here to ride fairground rides, especially in sub-zero temperatures? I was dying just walking back to my chalet.
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