Memories on tap

My mum and dad were tap dancers. They were semi-professional, but 'semi' it stayed, with us four lads to bring up. But dancing remained their passion and the master of tap, Fred Astaire, was their hero... and became ours too.

I was reminded of him today watching a TV tribute, no, not to him, but to another of his fans, also skilled in tapsmanship. It got my own toes a-tapping as the memories came flooding back. (Glad no-one was sleeping downstairs in our upside-down house.)

But my main memories weren't for Fred, but Brucie instead.

Sad..☹.