Shake A Leg, Jock: Ian Anderson, Jon Anderson and the Scottish Ballet

VISIONS OF HIGHLANDERS in hobnail boots and tartan tutus shouting "Hey Jimmy!" were inspired by a rare invitation to drinks with the Scottish Ballet last week. Frankly we were puzzled. Why should the Scotch Hoofers, even though justly proud of their impending 10th anniversary celebrations, invite scruffy scribes of the rock press to an informal gathering at the Martini Terrace on top of London's lofty New Zealand house?