MR MOTIVATOR ON CRACK In Natal I've taken up dance classes at the gym that Pryscilla goes to. I know its a bit extreme what with my energetic surf lessons as well and especially since there's no air conditioning!! But, I just have to go for the comedy! The guy who runs the class just cracks me up, he is like Mr Motivator on crack cocaine. He is possibly the campest bloke I've ever met - he even has a fluffy florescent pink CD case! He just spends the whole hour, strutting up and down in a particularly crazy manner and then gyrates quite substantially in front of the mirror putting in a few thrusts now and again. It is just genius. One day I decided to invite Katy along so that she could share in the joy that is Paulinho. She was not dissappointed! After a gruelling hour at our gym, he invited us to a dance party at his next gym. So, pretty knackered we donned our obligatory carnaval masks and went with him. It was pretty random, the dance class had decided to have a bit of Carnaval party and inbetween routines there were capoeira and samba displays (among the confetti and spray foam!). It was quite amusing when everyone was in a circle and a samba dancer dragged Katy into the centre with her - think Skates was not best pleased I'd managed to dodge that situation! I think my highlight of the evening was definately Paulinho wearing his costume, cycling shorts, a frayed little T-Shirt, large indian face mask and of course, minature umbrella. Classic.