Right now I'm doing that hunched over thing when you're trying to dance but you're not sure what you're doing - that curious foot shuffle where your fist and arms rotate over each other and your hips are trying to compensate - what can I say- its not pretty! So I'm excited and yes - theres a little trepidation - but I'm totally - "we've worked on it - its going out there - it'll be great!"
Then I hear Mr Phelps in my ear, "An e-newsletter (draws a deep breath, as his nostrils thin) -
I miss the days, when a perfectly starched pair of white cotton gloves accompanied a pristinly ironed newspaper offered up on a silver salver - ah well - such is life." Bite me Phelps - scratch that!