Tuesday, August 08, 2006

It's murder on the dancefloor.

At a wedding, a circle of people are showing off their HOT HOT moves. The second, the very second, I leap into the centre to bust my stuff I re-pull the ligaments in my knee.

The resulting agonised flailing might possibly have been interpreted as some kind of avant garde art form. More likely - I just looked like a prize tit.

I can hardly walk. Booze is the devil.

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