Pole dancing my way out of trouble….
John D Rockefeller said “I have tried to turn every disaster into an opportunity.” So I tried yesterday to overcome the disaster of losing our dream apartment by buying a car.
“Wouldn’t a dress do the trick?” suggested the charming man who is going to rent our house in France.
Not compared with a red convertible Porsche with leather seats. Sadly the fantasy lasted about five minutes. I can just about get away with a four-seater (it’s mainly just me or just me and the children I drive around) but the only Porsches I can afford have only two seats. And although I am willing to squeeze the five of us into a two-bedroom apartment if I need to, three children in one car seat is probably pushing it, even if it is leather.
So instead of Porsche-buying I went Pole dancing. Yes, Abu Dhabi may seem like an unlikely place to learn to gyrate around a metal pole, but there are classes here (diplomatically called Vertical Flex) and as it is something I have always wanted to try (don’t pretend you haven’t as well, if you’re female that is) I went along.
It was great. Once I got the hang (pardon the pun) of actually swinging around the pole without falling off I totally loved it and am going back for more next week. Assuming I can move that is. One of the reasons people swear by pole dancing is that it is such good exercise. I can vouch for that. Today my arms are a shaking shadow of their former selves. I could barely lift them to brush my teeth this morning. But at least the pain has taken my mind off the lack of housing. And I didn’t even need to buy a Porsche.
I can now save that for when the next flat falls through. If the global meltdown continues, they’ll be even cheaper by then.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008
08 Oct 2008 helena
Helena
I went to one of the last schools in this country to actually celebrate May Day with a may pole danced by the equivalent of a May Queen and her court. It was always my favorite thing to see. Since I was not popular nor much of a dancer I never got to do it. We had different craft stands and teas. It was a very old-fashioned thing to do but the community supported it and came every year. It isn’t done any more which seems a shame as my great-niece will never see a may pole or an all girls school for that matter.
Sharyn G
Dear Helena.
Of course, you know that pole dancing is only one step (pun) away from table dancing and that is only a bump and grind away from lap dancing. Is this how you plan to pay for the Porsche?
G
Do NOT buy a Porsche. This is a MAD idea. It will only make you happy when you finally sell it.
Helena, don’t listen to Miller. But wait until you have a flat. What a nightmare, but you are right there might be many empty flats coming on the market soon. At least you are not in Iceland! Fingers crossed for you.
Iceland is good. You will soon be able to buy the entire country for the price of a Porsche. Look, speaking from knowledge, a Porsche is vulgar. If you want transport for the new depression I suggest you invest in a horse. (I have several I can sell you.) Here in England, we are preparing for the new economy by growing our own veg.
I agree with Miller. The only really classy way to drive a sports car is to invest in a vintage, I have a 1975 VW beetle convertible and okay it has the same engine as a sewing machine, is not very good uphill and dislikes the rain but it is not an F*** You car. I think a horse will be really classy in Abu Dhabi or failing that a camel, plenty of those around no?
Jules Ritter.com
She needs a camel not a horse!
Well, as the Chinese also say: every disaster IS an opportunity and I can recommend Små Grodorna as a good excercise around a pole too! A friend of mine showed the dance to a group of Tibetans in the Himalaya and they were fascinated.
Hi ther,im living here in abu dhabi as well n im very interested in taking up pole dancing..may i ask for details on where to learn it?many tks