Having had a PM conversation with Stray Cat in recent days and slagging off (as I usually do) the dance scene down here, I seriously considered not going to the freestyle at Bournemouth last night - even though it's the best of the venues, a proper ballroom.
But I did, and when I got there, there was a much higher quotient of tolerable partners there than usual, so I congratulated myself on my decision.
So after about half an hour, I'm at my table, talking with friends and towelling my face, and I become aware of someone hovering, clearly wanting to dance with me. (Which is nice, let's face it, when someone makes a particular effort!)
So I turned around and...
it was Zebra Woman!
What a turn up for the books.
Seems she is on holiday in the area. So that made my night.
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