Ok so you're  probably reading this in a time when the dancefloor is a mat you roll out in your living room and plug into you Playstation 4. BUT..I used to LOVE the real thing.

You can pick up a few of my favourite "tunes" in the my music box, but thought I'd set the scene here for one of my fave activities..dancing...boogying...strutting! I remember Mum and Dad taking me to a neighbours wedding when i was about 6, and I remember dancing till i dropped.

One of my funniest memories, was the smooch!, erection section, the slowy. In those days boys suffered..oh yes, by the time I'd worked up a sweat from 3 hours sweet cider and twists, spins, and pelvic thrusts, it was TIME..for the smooching to start. I remember standing at the side of the room, as 10cc drifted across the dance floor, nervously eyeing the object(s) of my desire.

THEN IN FOR THE KILL!! .."would you like to...? ok..walk of shame back to the side..oh well next on the list. And maybe the delight of hanging on to the waist of a REAL FEMALE and swying from side to side. Hmmmm then of course thinking of how and when to go in for the kill..or the snog! Ok enough..kids if you want to know more, there some tips in your section ;)