An American Revelation.

I just watched an interview with the bhangra dancers, Manpreet and Naina, and discovered that they’re not Indian at all; they’re American. There I was expecting lots of ‘my goodness gracious me,’ and what I actually heard was ‘we got such a great, like, reaction from the ah-dience.’

Oh well, they still seemed like very nice girls. And they’re still great dancers, albeit it in a vernacular, Asian-but-westernised sort of form. I suppose it’s that old thing about perfection and imperfection again.

And I’ve noticed that women seem to be entering my orbit in pairs these days. It always used to be in threes. I suppose it’s because I’m getting old – God is letting me down gently.