I'd make a hopeless ballet critic.
Because I love it so much, I'm simply very sad when it's all over.
Until next time.
Before setting out this evening,
I pulled out my collection of shiny red ballet programmes from the
Royal Opera House.
And thought about dozens of lovely evenings I've enjoyed over the years, and felt sad that some wonderful dancers are now retired.
Tonight's Cinderella wasn't as memorable as Sylvie Guillem a decade ago. But I gazed very hard at the fairy who is billed as the Next Big Star and thought how magical it must be to be 22 and on the brink of stardom.