Adventurous dancing

The after effects of last nights dancing have fair taken it out of me. After an experimental routine of back to back dancing to:

Proud Mary, then Paolo Nutini; jazz hands and side kicks to 'Nothings gonna bring me down', then 'Lets bleedin' Twist Again followed by tongueless twerking to 'Blurred Lines' (dear Lord it was frightening) and ending on 'My sex is on fire', I had pushed my body to its physical limits.

Today my knees are knackered after those slut drops ( or whatever they're called) and my arthritic hip is fair loupin'.

But bloody good fun it was too.


Oh and the broadbands fecked. No internet. No phone line....!?