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I was out last night, with friends, the karting was good and I came in 4th out of four, but as I said at the time I finished which is more then some famous F1 teams ATM, which we won’t go into! Then out to the pub for a bellyfull of beer and then on for a curry and the out on to the village night scene, it was black and the rain was pissing down so the short dash to the village hall disco was welcome. Inside the place was a real delight to behold, rope lights, one traffic light thingy with one of the red bulbs missing (which Dave said the owner had it in his bedroom for the “other line of gainful employment” sniggers all round for that one) a mirror ball with multicolored light once again a red one was missing, and a twin deck of a dubious age and a selection of vinyl, I was grabbed by the wallet, it was the wife, I could tell by the look in her eye, she’d been at the woodpecker and was sorely in need of a dance, (note to all, woodpecker, is a type of cider, which has only one major side affect it makes women dance) so for the first time in years I gave in, big mistake on my part, I never warmed up first, forgot to do my deep breathing and stretching exercises, and it was in front of my mates too! I never got to the first chorus of “Hi Ho Sliver Lining” before I had to sit down, so my missus grabbed Dave and the fact that only 30 seconds later he too was sat down next to me, and this bloke runs marathons makes me wonder that in the distant path of evolution, that most men have some part of genetic code that stops them from dancing, that kicks in after their around 20 years of age? A bit like the posh gene theory, which I’ve been looking in to, I’ll use the Royal family as example, the kids in that family start out looking quite normal, then after puberty this gene kicks in and suddenly they look good in a bridle and saddle! And move from Hello magazine to the hare and hounds country rag! Strange but true! But this fits most of the upper crust in this country! I digress, the curry moved and moved again and I was transported back in time to the very last village hall disco I ever attended, and I think the nostalgia was a little to much and I was escorted out to the bogs by my mates and the small of jeyes fluid and pee made me feel better! I was at home, 15 again, being sick and trying to pull at the same time! And then being kicked out of the hall, standing outside waiting for the wife, in the rain! Shouting at the vicar to let us in! So cool, a nice night! Now to do the bus shelter, yea! The Reverend Jack Russell
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