Another Rule of Successful People: Be Specific When Visualing Goals

I would visualise and visualise Madame Galina on tour: London and Blackpool: wearing a fur, dragging a trunk, staying in old-school theatrical digs, being partnered by either Michael Nunn or William Trevitt.

About to move back to London from Aldeburgh, I was walking past the Sue Ryder shop when volunteer Janet banged on the window.
She dragged a blue trunk out of the stockroom. 'Don't open it till you get home. Inside's for you to wear as Madame Galina. Thrilled you've got yourself that London residency.' At Murray's Cabaret Club. 'My aunt forbade us girls ever to go on to Murray's in the sixties. "Filth goes in there! The Krays, that Keeler monstrosity. Filth!".'

At home I opened the trunk. Inside was a rabbit skin fur.

For cheapness' sake on tour, I would book myself into the standard of B.and B that thought it was too posh for hot chocolate sachets, reeked of zoflora, and had patterned settees, walls and carpets to turn your sight kaleidoscopic.
One Blackpool landlady led me across the road to listen at the open window of a rival's establishment:

'Hear that hoover going, chick? Notice there's no fluctuation in the tone. She's just left it on under the table, window open, trying to kid on that she runs a clean establishment. And she injects her eggs with tartrazine to make the yolks look more like the chickens that lay them have room to manoeuvre. And she wouldn't do you the courtesy - which it is really - of checking your room for tidiness before you go off to the Tower Ballroom and do your theatrics.'

And in 2004 my dancing idols MIchael Nunn and William Trevitt, having left the Royal Ballet and started George Piper Dances, asked me to be in their Channel 4 series The Rough Guide to Choreography. Michael was Prince Siegfried to my Odette. 'You really have some kind of balletic Aspergers, Galina.'
So, go visualise!

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