Fame! I wanna wait forever.......

Thinking before you speak is a wonderful concept. Not one I follow all the time. But I really do try to engage the brain before engaging in conversation with the great dining public. Unless of course I am throwing a hissy fit/being an irrational ass. The brain tends to get switched off for a moment during such times. But like I say I generally like to give a moments consideration before speaking. But for a second time in a week I pushed it a little too far when I should just have walked away......I mean where the fuck was my brain when I engaged the table of five salsa dancers in a bit of light conversation?

"Yeah so you guys are dancers then?"

"Ah yes we are salsa dancers" replied the gruff looking Frenchman.

"Salsa eh, that must be fun then."

"Fun? Eet is not fun, okay maybe eet's a little fun, but eet is hard work."

"Kaaaaaay then, who'd a thought..."

He seemed to take offence at my casual assumption/remark that Salsa dancing was fun. This was a bit uppity for my liking. I was just chatting whilst clearing the table. Now I should have left it at that, I should have just walked away, but no I wanted to continue on with a conversation and subject I know little to fuck all about.

"You know I used to dance."

"Yeah?" They seemed more than a little dubious about this. And I can see why what with me being more raspberry pavlova than Anna.

"Oh yeah I was a ballet dancer for about three years."

"A belly dancer? A male belly dancer?" Asked the Frenchman

"Yeah a male ballet dancer." I was a bit taken aback at their reaction.

"Oh you said ballet......" and the five of them burst into laughter.

As did the manager who overheard everything, the KP who was on his way out, and a bar man who was wandering through the restaurant at the time.

"We thought you meant belly dancer!" Said the Frenchman who was heading for a sneezer if he didn't stop laughing. Then the cheeky fooker poked me in the tum tum with his pen and said,

"You'd make a great belly dancer."

There was no need for me to share my ballet dancing past with them? What sort of reaction did I think I was gonna get? Was I hoping they would ask me to join their troupe? I'm not talking to anyone else for a fucking week. I cant take anymore face slapping and belly poking.

They got the bill a moment later. Not that they asked for it.......