I've been waiting for something different to write about having been moaning about weekenders for what feels like 100 years and avoiding writing about the baffling competitions I've watched with incredulity. This weekend has provided the spur. The Grand Hotel down just beyond Gate 4 in Southampton docks, this was the place on 9 April 1912 where passengers stayed the night before embarking on the Royal Mail Ship Titanic. The next day the ship started it's fateful maiden and final voyage. More than 1500 died when the great liner sank. The hotel is mostly apartments now but there's an elegant bar now where the ballroom used to be. A poignant setting perhaps, but this was to be the scene of one of the finest dance events I've attended. We danced in the footsteps of those unfortunate transatlantic travellers, capturing the joy all dancers feel - across the ages and in the fabric of the building in which we danced. With the furniture clear, the floor is big ...