Flicky legs: Feb 19th

Intense, naughty, sexy, cheeky, legs flicking dangerously close to ouchy bits and not a rose in sight.

The Tango. Wow. I never realised what an amazing dance it really is. I love it's street origins and that it was a mix of moves and music woven together by the different immigrant communities arriving in Buenas Aires.

We caved in and saw a 'show' on our last night but man, it was great. In a small theatre of huge Tango history 3 couples swished, flicked and slid across the floor. Sofia was entranced - especially with the smoke machine effects, which I can only imagine mimicked the original smokey bars. She clapped furiously among her 'wooooows'. So much so, that I saw a dancer clock her and smile while he danced.

The dancers were backed by a live band made up of a piano, double bass, accordian, guitar and violin. What a sound. I especially love that the accordian player was a young guy with long tight curly hair pulled back with a head band. No doubt he was teased in school for his choice of instrument, but I've no doubt he's pleased as punch now.

Please, please, please, if you can't manage Tango lessons, at least buy a CD, turn the lights down low, pop open a bottle of Malbec and flick your legs around. You'll find another side of you, you didn't know existed.