A Taste of Tango is 4 today.

After months of pressure from my sister and my mate James I was thinking maybe I could do this. "You should be teaching, you love Tango." seemed to pop up at least once in every meeting. The truth was I did, but it wasn't until James arranged for me to teach Tango at The Third Space, that I really considered it.  

"I can do this, for beginners, sure." I said after the initial shock, and then panic set in, I was terrified.  I had a few months to prepare and think about what I wanted to do. I needed more time.  There were so many things, what did I want to do with Tango, the concept of the classes, the website, dealing with "We're not members of the Third Space, but we want to come to your classes...",  I had a chat with Pineapple and arranged to start teaching there.

D-day or T-day was looming and I was getting excited, it was a real change.  All from that split moment decision years ago in Paris "Do you want to go to a Tango lesson?", "OK, I like dancing".

The website was up with a picture of my legs 

 in homage to the first BajoFondo album. The studio at Pineapple was booked and I had a few people email me to say they were coming.  

Then disaster struck, the London bombings struck a mighty blow to the capital and just the day after everyone was so happy because we'd been elected to host the Olympics.

I felt terrible, this awful thing had happened, now no one would be interested in learning to dance Tango.  I thought about cancelling, and then decided against it. I was going to do this.

"Yes, you're going to do this," I taunted myself as I went up the two flights of stairs to studio 10 in Pineapple, "you're going to be there and no one is going to turn up."  I nervously opened the door and eight of my friends had turned up to support me. So went the first class, walking and connection.

It's been four years since that class and thankfully I have a few more people turning up, I still talk about walking and connection and I still love Tango. I want to say thank you to Tina & James for the nagging.