No, of course she didn't. She was a girl - it was all right for girls.

'My Dad' - Jamie cringed as he said it - 'my Dad says dancers are a load of old nannies.'

'Oh, well! Your Dad! I bet he couldn't even tell an entrechat from an arabesque.' Dead right he couldn't. 'Anyway, you surely don't take any notice of what people say? Especially when it's not true. I mean, what on earth does it matter?'

He felt like saying, 'If you went to Tenterden Road Comprehensive you'd know what it mattered...'

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Author: Jean Ure