It’ll always be something I admire rather than like. I loyally support my daughter, I’ve watched her in countless shows and am immensely very proud of her grace and poise. But the other night at a show in Shoreditch, when they flitted on to do a little piece from Swan Lake, I thought “Oh, I know this one. It’s Saturday Nite at the Duckpond”. Not really getting it, am I?
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