So body confidence workshop turned into cocktails, turned into pizza and finally ended up in the Leadmill watching Burlesque. This included the world's worst magician, several burlesque acts who varied in ability but who mostly had flapping wings of some sort, a woman who not only undressed she ended up lying on a bed of nails and a main pole dancer who had painted himself blue. Why had I never seen anything like this before?
In some acts we could clearly see the art and beauty. It certainly is a skill and often an elegant one at that. There is an air of being on a fringe and alternative in some way. Of course we weren't because we were sitting at the back and weren't wearing 1950s head gear.
Violet Blaze was a pretty astonishing compare with an amazing singing voice and an outfit more shiny and purple than you have ever seen before. Plus we were sitting at the back so she never came and sat on our knees which was a bonus.
We managed to dodge winning anything on the raffle. Which was tricky to do since the audience wasn't very large and we had daringly bought tickets. Never have we wanted to win anything less. It wasn't the prizes although I wasn't sure I could pull off a skull fascinator, but more the fact that you have to go up on stage to collect it. Our fellow body confidence workshop goer won the lat prize. we cheered raucously. Just not raucously enough for us to be noticed.
A fantastic evening and I know follow Violet Blaze on Twitter. I'm not sure why. I just want to be supportive.
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