Ballet School Horror

The first training meeting. A cold dark winter night. I've arrived with another bloke and neither of us has much idea where the venue actually is. Some church hall? Luckily we spot a line of people streaming into a brightly lit room, so we follow. Excellent!

Unluckily this place turns out to be an adolescent girls' ballet studio. Deeply unexcellent.

These people are in tutus. Pink and frilly. We make our garbled excuses. We realise that neither of us will ever again get jobs in education or social services. The video cameras will see to that. "Middle aged men seen prowling tots' ballet school..."

Yikes. Stumble through more rooms. So.. many... rooms...

...then a kindly man sends us to the Right Place. Ah. We are there.