I’ve been through many phases in my love-hate relationship with dance. Watching the dance floor at Daphni jogged my thinking. In early years it was a cissy thing for boys; ballroom dancing classes in my teens with Sally Rose in the Methodist Hall destroyed my confidence - she was a sturdy farmer’s daughter, older than me, much taller and quite well developed if I remember correctly through my steamed up glasses. I had two right feet and my eyes were level with her ample 36 DD breasts. Leading her around the columns in the Hall was worse than avoiding dodgems.
Neville Hunt about 6 years ago
I have a vivid imagination Steve and I can picture the scene. For me it was a similar situation at the Gala Ballroom where shortly afterwards the Beatles played.
Steve McBrevity about 6 years ago
No one played at the St Ives Methodist Hall.