Measuring Up
How does a far from classy scouse lardarse wind up dating a ballet dancer? It was one of those glorious unforeseeable things that ultimately didn’t work out but was huge fun while it lasted. L is still one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen in the flesh. While I don’t have a real physical type, his was that lean, rangy, sinewy type for which I do have a soft spot. Was he a good dancer? Well he was no Carlos Acosta (Carlos Acosta… *sigh*). He danced professionally, so yes he was very good indeed, but he was never a principal, so not quite that elite top tier where the general public would recognise his name. He was curiously graceless when not dancing, slightly heavy-footed and more than a little shy. He was in my area touring schools as part of a now-defunct arts program, and a teacher friend of mine asked whether I’d be willing to babysit him for a night: take him for dinner, show him some of the sights of Liverpool. Being of a g...