19 Mar 2020

Bowing out for now

A cracking class romped to a close last night with the Sparkly Bra Pixie taking up the self-appointed role of Buttock Lady. Demonstrating the usefulness of the fully-engaged buttock to power us back up off the floor in this particular routine, she struck a mistressful pose in her heeled boots and her clingy lycra.

Yeah. We know. We could sell shares in this experience :-). In fact, sometimes we have!

And that, Showgirls, is where we will have to leave Burlicious for the time being.

Yes, we are folding up our fishnets; boxing up our boas; stashing away our satins and sequins; and gathering up our gloves for the duration.

We're pretty glum about it, it must be said. We'll miss our weekly bit of mental floss and daft nonsense with you lot. We'll miss seeing you put beautiful flesh onto our dance designs. We'll miss watching you grow over time in confidence and skill at strutting your lovely stuff in a Burlicious style. A little bit of sparkle has just gone out of the week.

Ah well, we have a cunning plan to do a bit of choreography while classes are on ice. Hopefully, when class is able to reopen, we will have a little gem of a thing to share with you.

Take care, Showgirls. Look after you, your loved ones, and those around you. We'll let you know when we relaunch the weekly raunch.

Yours, temporarily as flat as a pancake,

Burlicious x

25 Feb 2020

No class tomorrow

Showgirls, our little hall will be out of action tomorrow. Next class will therefore be Weds 4th March when we will launch a fresh routine.

Yours, tapping our stilettos in frustration :-) ,

Burlicious x

13 Feb 2020

Time off for bad behaviour

Yes, another half term holiday beckons, ushered in by the completion last night of our last class dancing this particular routine.

And, my, how good the finished article looks!

We began last night in comfy jumpers; snuggly PJs (or, at least, snuggly home slouching trousers) and fuelled by a feisty catch up about which third parties had conspired against some of us to generally b*gger up our day. Those raw ingredients quickly turned into a rather lovely Busby Berkeley-esque swishing about of showgirls, as we completed the routine and then had fun messing around with the staging.

We had some showgirls (intentionally) dancing the routine in mirror image, threading carefully between others who were dancing it in the original direction at the same time. We started showgirls off at different times, weaving them in as the dance developed. And we danced the whole thing facing each other in a circle, so that each of us could see what it looks like.

Yes, there was a small pile up when there was a different interpretation as to the direction in which that circle should be spinning, but it genuinely would not be us if we didn't have at least one cobweb-removing; face-aching; delighted sharing of laughter as the routine gently unravels around us.

No class next week, Showgirls. Next class is 26th Feb when we will start a fresh routine. Those of you who want to start from scratch with us, that's your best chance!

Yours, properly perked up now for the second half of the week,

Burlicious x

7 Feb 2020

The "two soups?" troupe

Sometimes when we're dancing, the brain gets a tad overloaded, the message fails to reach the feet in time, and it all goes a bit awry.

The current routine is a thing of relative simplicity. There's a lot of walking about nicely, and each of the moves is straightforward by itself. However, there is a fair bit of changing direction. And, if you don't set off on the correct foot each time that that happens, it all goes very pear-shaped.

Witness the glorious, juddering, uncertain steps taken by some of the troupe this week. The right foot sets off in a certain direction. A split second later, the brain shrieks: "No! LEFT!!" The right foot snaps back and the left starts to set off instead, sometimes to be swiftly recalled for another go on the right.

Now, those of you who loved Acorn Antiques by Wood and Walters will have seen something very similar to this before in the tottering, uncertain, off balance, progress that Mrs Overall makes across the room with her tray loaded with spillables and her body feinting first in this direction and then the other. When our showgirls unintentionally do much the same mid-routine, it's comedy gold. We bloomin' well love it.

So, here's to Mrs Overall burlesque, showgirls - we shall positively shine at this.

Yours, wondering about the pinny and the lisle stockings,

Burlicious x

31 Jan 2020

Beasted and bested by the boa

The feather boa is an ill-disciplined thing.

It sticks to the back of one’s neck at the merest hint of perspiration.

It attaches the feathers that it has shed to one’s fishnets – always at the back so that they waggle away, blissfully out of one’s view.

It grips fingers like a constrictor, twirling itself tightly around them, seconds before the boa is due to be cast exuberantly off and away.

And it refuses, gleefully, to fall where it should when removed and thrown to the floor.

It is, it must be said, a brilliantly funny sight to see a showgirl trying repeatedly to kick away discretely a boa that has wrapped itself firmly around a heel or ankle or wedged itself in a shoe buckle. Watching this happen in class on Wednesday, I was reminded of the furtive little foot shoves and foot shakes that one gives to a small and randy dog who is intent on mating with one’s leg and whose owners just don’t care.

Needless to say, the boa in question was unrepentant.

Yours, at the mercy of our props,

Burlicious x

25 Jan 2020

A banging good time

It's fair to say that we bloomin' well love our sessions with the WI... and our evening with the fabulous ladies of the Faversham Gunpowder WI was no exception.

In a beautiful setting, and in typical Burlicious fashion, we shimmied our groove thang for them and then invited them to join us in learning the first part of our version of Lady Marmalade.

You gotta love every one of 'em. They took to it like a duck to water. Feathers were fluffed; stuff was strutted; street walking was perfected; and sass was everywhere in abundance. And, most importantly of all, the whole thing was an absolute hoot.

And then it was time for tea and delicious cake. Heaven.

You were brilliant, Showgirls - up for it in the best possible way. Thank you for letting us share your evening.

Yours, loving what we do,

Burlicious x

16 Jan 2020

Paddling like fury underneath the surface

Over the years we have choreographed a range of delicious, Burlicious dance routines. We have triumphant, strutting ones; sexy ones; smouldering, sensual and secretive ones; sassy ones; bouncy, cheeky ones; suggestive ones; sort of retro or vintage ones; and ones in which our tongue is firmly in our cheek.

The routine that we reprised in class last night is a positively genteel little number. Think showgirls from the Folies Bergere (sadly, without those amazing costumes), doing a lot of very nice walking about with some ladylike twirls and knee bobs.

Well, that’s the idea.

In practice, it does acquire a slightly more informal feel to it when we are teaching it as it all gets a bit more random. And the Sergeant Major-style yelling of “slide, BOB, slide, BOB!” is a smidge at war with the elegant, gliding, swans-on-the-surface appearance that we are after. And that’s before we even get to our favourite bit where we know we will be shouting “CURTSEY!!!” at the very top of our corseted little lungs, half scaring our showgirls off their heels as they skip about having set off on the wrong foot 😊.

All in an evening’s crafting of beauty, Showgirls, all in the crafting of beauty.

Yours, itching to acquire second-hand feathered headdresses,

Burlicious x

9 Jan 2020

A chaos of chorus girls

OK, so we accept that it is three weeks since we last danced the current routine.

And, December being the social whirl that it is, most of our showgirls missed at least one or two classes before term ended – so there are chunks of the routine that they have never been taught.

And we Burlicious Three have three other routines in our head at the moment as we have been rehearsing this week for a performance next week. There is, it must be admitted, a bit of confusion creeping in for us between routines as a result.

Even so, last night our final class for teaching this routine soared to new highs of delightful, feathery, thigh-slapping, bum-smacking chaos!

Our showgirls were not aided by the fact that they are being led from the front by me and that that I went a bit unintentionally “freestyle” in places. Nor did it help tremendously that we had to canter through it all so that we can start a new routine next week. But, oh, how we love them for gamely strutting their stuff regardless!

We always say that we love it every bit as much when we b*gger it up as when the troupe dances in perfect, delicious synchronicity. Last night was a tad more the former than the latter, and it was a hoot.

Thank you, showgirls, for another night of giggles and daftness 😊.

Yours, smiling in anticipation of next week,

Burlicious x




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