Fun Ballet Tutu News 5086

It’s all tutu-much! Ballerinas in pink (and the odd white) tutu go rogue on the streets of London, bringing ballet to the masses - with some chaotic, hilarious consequences.

As the city of London buzzed with its usual frantic energy this morning, something extraordinary happened. I kid you not, darling, a gaggle of ballerinas - a gaggle of ballerinas! - literally danced their way into the public eye. I'm talking, not your standard Covent Garden troupe, darling. I'm talking your, erm, 'extracurricular' ballerinas, your "Just for the fun of it" ballerinas. Think more “dance studio, after work” vibe rather than, you know, the Royal Opera House. These ladies, or shall I say *ladylike figures* in pink tutus, well, let's just say, they weren’t exactly "holding the pose."

And as the tutus took to the streets - mostly in an enchanting shade of millennial pink (because who can resist, right, darling?), with the odd white thrown in for, er, 'dramatic effect' - all hell (and, er, pointe shoes) broke loose.

Here are some of the "highs and lows" of the most unexpected (and downright hysterical) performance London has ever seen:

As I stepped out of my apartment to fetch a latte - which was slightly tepid, by the way, an utter tragedy in itself, but a minor one compared to this extraordinary performance, right, darling? - the scene was beyond bonkers. You see, in the heart of our typical morning commuter throng (everyone's got somewhere to be - me, included) - the girls had decided, for reasons known only to themselves, to stage a 'flash mob' right on the Number 19 bus stop. Think a "tutu symphony," only not at all harmonious and completely out of sync, which of course, added to its exquisite 'charm'.

The scene: * A businessman in a tailored suit, staring dumbfounded, a briefcase in one hand, his usual cappuccino (still steaming) clutched in the other. * An older gentleman, holding onto a bus post, with a face that conveyed, * “I have seen things you people wouldn’t believe...," but even *his* expression couldn't hide the raw shock on his face. * An elderly lady, eyes widening, clutching her handbag tighter. * Me, of course, a veritable "Queen of London's chaotic comedy" scene, completely absorbed, clutching my cup of lukewarm, uninspired latte with a sense of disbelief and awe.

You know those trendy new cafés that charge £4.50 for a piece of carrot cake that is drier than your aunt's gossip? (Well, you probably wouldn't call her aunt after you saw what she was wearing! But I digress, darling.). The "Café de La Crème” - yes, such unbridled audacity for the owner to call it such a thing. Anyhow, I saw a gaggle of girls in their, well, 'dance gear', ahem... - ahem… the word ‘'dance gear', it conjures visions of grace and poise, but this, I’m telling you, it was a ballet nightmare in the making - all of them lined up to order... the *single* cupcake on display. (Just one, darling!)

I think they all had an 'en pointe' rivalry going on (there’s something to do with ballet shoes and points, darling – don’t you ask me - I think it’s a girl’s thing) This was where things really, truly started to "step" out of control.

I heard shouting, some tutus being ripped, (a "rip-in-a-tutu" is no joke, darling - truly a disaster!), all the while that awful ‘ Café de La Crème’ background music droned on like someone left the *Radiohead* tape on, playing at twice the speed.

As I gracefully made my exit - always in style, I saw a "blonde in a pink tutu" (yes, a very, very obvious shade) run out onto Oxford Street, scattering tourists and locals alike like so many startled pigeons - a true spectacle!

Let's just say, it's an unprecedented, albeit hilarious *Grand Jeté* into the history books of London.

This isn't "The Nutcracker," It’s a “Tutu Tornado” darling - a chaotic symphony of dancing on the streets of London. This, you see, was *beyond* "en pointe."

If this doesn’t say "London is quirky," I don’t know what does. You can always count on a ballerina (or a dozen) to 'break the mould', right, darling? Just don't tell my neighbours - their nerves are, frankly, on pointe! (Get it?)

Now, what's a fashionable lady to wear to a *tutu* tea party?! I'm going to have a think, darling - let’s just say it will be an outfit to remember.

Stay fabulous and keep it pointe-ing -
(Yes, I did just say *pointe-ing*.)