First published in Great Britain in 2010 by
REMEMBER WHEN
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Copyright Maureen Hughes, 2010
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CONTENTS
For two very special people in my life:
Paula & Aisha
FOREWORD BY LEN GOODMAN
Photo courtesy of Len Goodman.
A t the age of eight, I was riding my bicycle (on the pavement) when I saw a policeman heading my way on his bike. I turned around, trying to make my getaway, but he soon caught me up, having a far superior bicycle which had a double clanger gear change and racing tyres. Having stopped me, he started to chastise me on the dangers of riding on the pavement. I didnt like to tell him it was less dangerous for me than riding on the road. Anyway, my mum would only let me ride on the pavement. Having talked to me for ten minutes or so, I was about to take my leave when, as an afterthought, he asked me to empty my pockets. I only had two pockets in my shorts and from them I produced two conkers, four marbles, an apple (half eaten), three toffees (unwrapped), some bits of Meccano, a pen knife with a broken blade, a piece of string, four pence, half pence and a single piece of a jigsaw. Now, you may be wondering what this has to do with a guide to Ballroom Dancing but, just as the policeman couldnt believe how much I produced from my pockets, I couldnt believe how many facts Maureen Hughes has crammed into a Pocket Guide to Ballroom Dancing.
As soon as I started reading I warmed to Maureen when she revealed she started her dancing at the Court School in York whereas I started in 1958 at the Court School of Dancing in Welling, Kent.
I have, over the years, read many books on all aspects of Ballroom and Latin American dancing but Maureens book is truly unique. It is crammed with facts, references and quotes which are absolutely fascinating to all fans of Ballroom and Latin American Dancing. I greeted the reading of this book as a chore but discovered it to be a joy. For anyone wanting to gain an insight into the history of Ballroom Dancing, the origins of the terminology, and the profile of many of the leading dancers and coaches, this book is a must!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
T here is nothing that can replace a family, and certainly no one who will give you that never-ending and unconditional love and devotion, and so to mine I want to say a big thank you. Thank you to all of you, for everything. I want to say sorry, too; sorry for not being there and for being so preoccupied for months on end in a way that I know only my fellow writers and their families of course! will understand. Its no excuse though, for I should have logged off my computer and logged on to all of your more important needs, because I love you all dearly.
To my friends too, who are not only consistent in their support, but helpful in so many ways; I want to say a special thank you to Jo for putting up with me for over fifty years, from childhood through to retirement. And thank you to Carol, who seems to know something about everything, which means that when there isnt a book on the subject then I just ask Carol! Finally, a big thanks to my agent, Hilary at Straight Line Management, who I know has spent so much time chasing up people on the phone for me when I needed to do an interview. Mind you, she is rather partial to a good chat! And a final thanks must go to her assistant, Charlotte, for putting up with all those mundane jobs.
When writing this series of books, I made it my policy to contact anyone about whom I had written (or their estates in the case of the deceased). I then gave each individual the opportunity to amend, add or omit anything he or she wished from their particular piece. I did this because I wanted each and every one to be happy with the way in which I had portrayed him or her. The majority were delighted to be given the opportunity to vet the text and in addition many went to great lengths to make it read exactly as they wished, and so to all of you I hope that you are indeed happy with the end result. I wasnt going to single anyone out here, but I must. I must say a huge thank you to the great and gracious Peggy Spencer, who went to so much trouble to ensure that I had all the information I needed, and to her daughter Helena too, who I know had a hand in helping out. What a wonderful lady Peggy Spencer is for she is still actively involved in the world of dance, despite being in her ninetieth year; what an inspiration to us all! Thanks too to the lovely June Rycroft for her help; another lady who dances on whilst many of her contemporaries have hung up their shoes to rest their feet.
Thank you, to Mike Cooper, who was a great help to me on the Sequence Dance section and was so fascinating in his enthusiasm, and Mike Chadwick, who clearly loves his native Blackpool as much as a dancer loves the Foxtrot. Thanks too, to John Leach from Dance News Ltd., and to Derek Young of the Theatre Dance Council International who both went out of their way to help me. A special thanks to Paul Michael Jones (affectionately known only as PM), who is also the son of Stephanie Jones, my illustrator, and who acted as intermediary between us for no other reason than a sons love for his mother, which clearly shone through. The Jones Family Stephanie, Steve and PM as experts in the dance world were also always on hand to answer my questions, for which I am grateful. And finally, thank you to Marcus Hilton, a gentleman who in the dance world has the label Mr Nice Guy and I soon learned why, for it was never too much trouble for him to help and advise, even when he was on the other side of the world!
INTRODUCTION
I t was a searing hot Saturday afternoon in the early 1960s and there I was, standing in a queue on the staircase of the Court School of Dancing in my home town, the historic city of York, England, with my friend Stella Taylor where we were waiting to go into a Ballroom Dancing class. Most of my other friends thought I was decidedly odd, wanting to dance on a Saturday afternoon instead of meandering down Stonegate Stonegate being the street to be seen in on just such an afternoon in the swinging sixties; everyone who was anyone hung out in Stonegate, as it was teeming with hippies, the children of love and peace; it was also home to the obligatory sixties coffee bar! But I didnt want to be in Stonegate; I wanted to put on my decidedly old-fashioned silver sandals and learn how to Quickstep. The evenings in York were the same, except in the evenings everyone hung out at Ye Olde Starre Inn, which, of course, was in Stonegate too. I joined in then, but to be honest I guess I just wasnt cool, because I only joined in, in a vague and half-hearted attempt to fit in. You see, the truth of the matter was that I had other things on my mind, and what most of my friends didnt realise at that time was that dancing and theatre was my life.
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