I spent the first twnty five years of my life being disdainful and ignorant of ballet.
I regarded it as poncy, effite and eliteist.
Wild horses wouldn't drag me along even if the tickets were free. However, about twenty years ago I became infatuated by a female work colleague who I knew was a great fan of the art and it seemed to me that one possible route into her knickers was to feign interest and be bored for two hours.
So, I duly purchesed tickets for Scottish Ballet's production of Cinderella and, despite preparing myself for the battle to stay awake for the duration, found myself absolutely enthralled not just by the production but by the sheer athletisism of the dancers who are all much fitter and more athletic that any professional footballers.
I'm pleased to say that I also received the other reward that has been by original less than savoury motive.
However, that particular pleasure was relatively short lived whereas my love for ballet has endured ever since.
That said, just as there are dire tedious football matches, there are very poor ballet productions that can leave you tempted to leave at half time. It may be Bob that you were simply unlucky and suggest that you try again.