Do you know the real answer?

I was born to be a dancer

The mind wanted to but the body let it down.

I was supposed to go to a gallery but we had lunch instead and was persuaded to come out later on. I went home to rest and I got a call from some friends who were in the west end so went straight back out again.

We had a few in the pub and went to Yates's Wine Lodge :shudder: ordered some slippery nipples which looked more like cellulite. We talked about the music most of which was pants but every once in a while the played a tune I loved from back in the day like Regulate or Here comes the Hotstepper and I was just nodding my head and my friend was itching to dance so she just got up and did it. She can certainly move, I was in awe most people in the surrounding area were. I don't know why I decided to get up but I did and I was free. She was impressed and dragged me off to the middle of the dancefloor. We danced and danced and danced, I felt good and a circle formed around us I didn't care, I was exhilarated and I was throwing mad shapes all over the place. I was getting tired though and after every song she'd say one more and I couldn't refuse. Eventually we sat back down and she was so happy for me after seeing how I was so low before.

When I got outside a man came up to me praising my dancing and my friends we're saying "see, if strangers are telling you how good you are you should just accept it." I find it really difficult to take praise. I relented and basked in its sweaty glow.

The night went on but that's enough for now

nb Alternative titles stolen from songs:

Show us your special move (Arctic Monkeys)

I could have danced all night and still have begged for more (My Fair Lady)

Are we human or are we dancers (The Killers)

...we're dancers in the dark. (Bat for Lashes)