- Date: 15.02.13
- Venue: Pix; Foundations
- Participant: The Ballroom Dancer
I was out after work with a couple of colleagues and people from the ‘market’ – the Lloyd’s insurance market – in the Sterling bar, beneath the Gherkin. I was making small talk with various people, then got chatting to an attractive Bulgarian girl. She was a political violence broker, so we talked about work and insurance for a bit, before she mentioned that she used to be a dancer and was looking for a male ballroom partner.
“I used to do ballroom dancing” I lied. Continue reading