My posts during April form part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is Jazz and I've selected a variety of classics from across the board. I've mixed up the performers a bit though ...
I'd moved to a small town in commuter-belt Surrey and was feeling right out of my depth. Coming, as I do, from a small town in Devon, I felt right green as grass and totally lacking in confidence. All the girls I worked with seemed to just know - how to dress and how to behave - which made me feel even more of an outsider. Bemoaning my lot to the family during the weekend's phone call, my brother made a suggestion: "Have you checked out where the nearest ladies rugby club is? You're a prop and you know rugby teams always need props." He passed the phone back to my Mum who chimed in with: "That's actually a good idea, you're more likely to meet other girls like you - you know, less lipstick, manicured finger nails and high heels and more - well down-to-earth, like you are my lovely."
As it happened, my brother's suggestion was the best ever. There's a ladies team not far from me, who even play against some sides down in the west country, so there'd be an excuse to pop home from time-to-time. I rang and arranged to meet up with the Club Secretary at the next home game - of the men's side - when she promised I'd get to meet a number of the ladies during the afternoon. "Oh you're a prop?" I got asked a lot and was invited to join the next training session and then to try out for the squad. With a fairly full fixture list, I was soon playing regularly and making new friends. I was even learning how to build a wardrobe which was a good compromise between my previously scruffy rural look and the out-and-out girly frilly look I loathed.
Feeling I'd found my style, I started to attend a lot more of the social functions and let's face it, there's a lot of those in a rugby club! I was even persuaded to sign up to the Ladies team table at the Ladies lunch, the type of occasion I'd usually avoid like the plague - one that was intended to thank and placate the wives and girlfriends of players. The Ladies captain had a chat about the dress code. making it clear that we were to dress up - not bling - but stylish and smart. We'd be competing with a lot of well-dressed ladies and she wanted us to be able to hold our heads up. Luckily I'd just gone shopping for a family wedding and had bought myself one of those wrap dresses - the sort that make the most of your boobs and hips and skim over your tummy. I knew I looked good and the addition of my new black leather riding-style boots meant I'd be comfortable outdoors watching the game too.
At half-time, I heard the club captain approach: "Susan, can I introduce you to a friend of mine? Bruce, have you meet Miss Jones ... our new prop forward?"
© 2017 Debra Carey
Written by Richard Rogers and Lorenz Hart - genuine songwriting royalty - it was published in 1937 and subsequently recorded by everyone who was anyone, including Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Ella Fitzgerald.
But I've chosen a modern version, performed by Robbie Williams of boyband Take That fame. Here he is at the Royal Albert Hall demonstrating a natural affinity for swing. His recording of the song reached even greater popularity when included in the soundtrack to "Bridget Jones".
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