I had a small 'MTV moment' the other day. I was slowed to a halt in one of the immigrant quarters of Utrecht looking for a parking place and an arabic sounding pop song came on the radio. Three Turkish girls came out of a shop heading for their car (whose parking space I wanted ), heard the music and just started dancing around my car waving and smiling, putting on a show of joy for the world, each other and for me.
A friend had a comparable story. He was on a first date with a woman he had been interested in for some time. They went to a dance class then onto the pub where they talked for a couple of hours. At some point she lent over and started snogging him - and the whole bar burst into applause! More of a Woody Allen moment?
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5 comments:
That's a great story! I used to do stuff like that when I was younger, better-looking and braver than I am now.
I once courted a girl by doing the whole Gene Kelly 'Singing in the Rain' routine on a drizzly Euston Road in London, swinging around lamp-posts with a brolly and everything; and it worked!
I wouldn't dream of doing it now lest people think that I was completely mad...Oh to be that unselfconcious again!
But I didn't do anything - just sitting there with the radio on. But it was a portent of things to come. I went dancing later that evening at the Swing Club at Harlem railway station. I said to a friend the week before that I'm (finally) ready to find my tulp (tulip) in Dutch Harlem. And within an hour I had a six foot tall dancing queen shaking her booty at me and making full eye contact- which lasted for the rest of the evening - 'til my last train was due and we stole a hug and a kiss and swapped phone numbers. My friends were very pissed off - said they'd invited me over to look at the Noord Hollands meisjes - not to steal one of them away. But I've just pre-empted a future blog.
And next time you are with a meisje you like (and it's raining) DO IT - she'll be blown away by the romanticism of it all.
I wonder if it was Turkey's Eurovision entry 'Dum Tek Tek' - a very catchy tune, I am humming it now!
Could be -I have a certain inverse snobbery about the Eurovision song contest. Has anyone with any durable talent ever won it? Has the UK ever entered anyone that remotely reflects the depth of musical talent that comes out of our island?
I share your thoughts on Eurovision. It's not snobbery of any kind to acknowledge that it is overblown rubbish.
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