Tap Board: 1..... Cath: Nil
Keeping faithful to the plan of actually practicing my tap dancing, I have indeed pulled it out two days in a row. I diligently put on my shoes and begin tapping along with Mr Grant, whose classes I am currently attempting on a Saturday.
He has a different tap style to that of the incomparable Miss Jane. He is of the baggy-pants-backward-cap-wearing-"I am so unbelievably cool" variety who revels in an opportunity to "jam" his tapping. By contrast, Miss Jane subscribes to the glamorous hey-day of tapping where Fred ruled supreme, and sequins came a close second. Grant likes to mix his tap up with lots of sliding techniques, which I will admit to struggling with - surely tap-dancing one should actually... um.. tap?
But nevertheless, I was busily practicing this afternoon, sliding with gusto, tapping with aplomb and possibly annoying neighbours into the mix (bonus I say!) - when I succeeded in pulling off a move which apparently would make Mr Grant proud. Apparently to fall over while attempting sliding, is a great compliment to one's teacher and my own vigour is mastering the move.
So apparently - compliments abound to Mr Grant... and congratulations to the structural integrity of my tap board.