Dancing

As Karen has told me many a times, I can't dance.

When the music starts, and everyone starts getting down, I reluctantly walk onto the dance floor - my feet start to shuffle like a duck, and then my arms move around the top of my head, like I'm suffering from a fit.

In my head, I have this vision of women dancing around me, all lining up to dance with me, but I guess in reality, they're all lining up to claim compensation from me when I end up bashing them in the eye with my flailing elbows!

But the thing is, I hate dancing. Its just something I'm not interested in. When I listen to music, I dont instantly feel an urge to start spinning on my head, I just feel an urge to eat a pizza. Its just not me, and I always found it annoying when your in a club, and someone keeps bugging you to come and dance - I know they're just being polite, but NO means NO!

When I was in my twenties, I used to go clubbing quite a bit - me, Johnny and Matthew used to go every Friday to Maximus in Leicester Square, and it was just hilarious. I would be doing the "running man" for 4 hours straight, Matthew would be doing his russian square dancing, and Johnny would be doing something he learnt off a rap video. And the funny thing is that we all thought we were quite hot!

I'm suprised we didn't start strutting out of the club, like the kids from Fame, and start dancing in the streets, such was our euphoria!

But I guess there got a point, when I just didn't enjoy it anymore. And I'm now old enough to not care about dancing in clubs anymore. I'd rather just drink and watch everyone else dance.

p.s Happy Birthday Ju-Lun Ju Par Fang!