It was February 1976, I was 15 and watching telly, utterly captivated as Britain’s brilliant John Curry won Olympic gold with his sublime ice dancing.
Effortlessly and elegantly flitting, leaping, spinning around the arena, Curry deserved his nickname – the Nureyev of the Ice. Do you remember?
I could do that, I’d thought at the time. After all, I had the soul of an ice dancer… or not, as it turned out, for I later spent 60 minutes on my butt at Richmond Ice Rink.
But nil desperandum and all that, so there I was at Blackpool’s Pleasure Beach Arena almost 50 years later, ready for a lesson with Nadia Craggs, a genuine, proper, top pro skater in Hot Ice, the most spectacular ice-skating show in the world. If she…
