Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse Claire and Mum dragged me into the depths of shame, this evening I was hauled to a Spanish show. Now, I wouldn’t have minded going to a decent show, but this was one just for the tourists, which involved lots of dancing and the audience pulled up to participate, the audience was full of beer bellies, tattoos and gold jewellery, yet Claire was desperate to be called on to go up. Luckily, she was overlooked in favour of someone who was clearly not going to be able to dance. As he wobbled about the stage I realised that the dancers were having more fun than the audience, trying to teach this bloke to dance. All in all a lucky escape, it could have been much, much worse.