Dance Hall Days

Tonight we went to the local Greek Restaurant with some friends and their kids.We love Greek food. We had heard great things about this place.The food was in abundance and we ate accordingly.This restaurant resembled a school hall with a dancefloor in the middle of the room. Classy.

The whole experience made me feel that I was reliving my youth when my parents used to drag myself and my sisters to the Anglo-Indian Saturday night Dances. When the Middle Aged Greek Singer got out the the Yamaha organ and started singing - which could only be compared to the skinning of a cat with some background synthesizer - sorry to you folk that enjoy the traditional Greek music (Im sure its and acquired taste)it reminded me of all the middle aged Anglo-Indian men who used to front their Rock n Roll Cover bands with their hair quiffed banging out some Elvis tune.

De Ja vu had hit me. Memories came flooding back - like when my parents made me and my sister enter in a dance competition (there were only four of us in it). We were mighty embaressed but I am sure my sister ended up winning.....

Or when my pissed uncle mumbled to a woman across the table from him to "go back to Goa you Lezzo".

Or when inbetween guzzling glasses of straight whisky every great uncle would drag us onto the dancefloor and make us join in to the "chickendance"

God love family restaurants.