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I've just remembered something that I have in common with your typical Aussie male. I's so reassuring.
Like most of them, I can't dance.
No, really. Not at all.
I'm crap at it. I suck.
Picture if you will, the sad & sorry sight.
Me, on the dance floor. With or without my head on
What am I doing?
Imagine a mixture of the Wiggles "Point your fingers and do the twist" with the action of wiping mud of your shoes on a worn out doormat!
Pathetic, isn't it.
Don't ever ask me to do it. To (mis)quote the John Cage line:
"What you have to understand, is that you can never ask me...... to dance!"
It's embarrasing for all around.
I'll just stand with the other blokes, back to the wall, drink in hand, and watching the "Sheilas".
Gosh, I feel so BUTCH!