Late Sunday afternoons usually pass by slowly and lazily at Thatchwick. So making a 45 kilometre trip from Pretoria to Monte Casino, busy entertainment complex in Johannesburg, to watch Michael Flatley's Lord of the Dance with friends was out of the ordinary. The Teatro vibrated at the sound of the fiddlers and those nimble feet tapping out the story of the struggle between the evil Don Dorcha (we discovered a sweet-faced young man after his mask came off in the curtain call) and the attractive, tall and blonde Lord of the Dance assisted by a wee bit 'o magic from a little flute-playing spirit. Stage lights changed in perfect precision, pyrotechnics startled and the audience clapped, cheered and coaxed several encores from the dancers. I loved the haunting Gaelic singing best.
