Here come the boyz...
I went to see the Balletboyz on Tuesday night at GLive and once again I sat transfixed for the duration. Standing in the playground on Tuesday afternoon, comments from my fellow school mums all involved the promise of men in tights. Their image, I don't believe, is helped by their name and unfortunately leads everyone to think that it is literally a bunch of guys prancing around wearing nothing but a leotard and maybe being a slightly more high-brow version of the Chippendale
And stretttccchhhh....
I caught sight of myself in the mirror just now and and was none too happy. Nothing to do with the fact I need a hair cut, more to do with the fact that I wasn't thinking enough about my posture as I was going about my daily business. On a typical day I run, I walk, I Pilates (I reckon it should be a verb so I shall use it as such!), I drive and I sit. But unfortunately the past few weeks I have been doing more sitting than anything else due to work and what sitting does is a
