One of the problems with aging, is age itself, take that eighteen year old lad who thought he could dance to Bohannon and plonk him on a dance floor right now. In spirit his mind is back there in the seventies, Baileys nightclub in Liverpool town centre, upstairs in the groovy area, rum and coke and happy feet.
In reality though, fifty years old, up on the occasional empty dance floor at the Canadian Legion, a litre of red wine doing its best to try to make things right and all the wrong music.
However, it's the thought that counts and the fact that we can all still swing a leg is a credit and lets not forget that once the music really stops, the music really stops.
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