My Next Dance!

I commented to my mum recently that the next time I dance with my daughter it will probably be at her wedding.

This got me thinking about dancing. In particular me dancing.

I used to really enjoy this. Going to parties, disco's, the (very) occasional club and getting onto the floor and letting the rhythm of the night do what it does. Generally it did something bad to me and I looked like and idiot whilst those around me seemed to be floating on melodic waft and moving as one.

These days its not much better and I suppose the only saving grace is that I don't get the opportunity to embarrass myself as much.

If I do though – what sort of dancing is appropriate for a mature-ish man?

Rock Star

My favourite. Well it used to be. There is nothing better than getting into the beat of a rock-classic and getting down on the floor when the 'air guitar' bit gets let loose in all its glory.

Unfortunately I generally have to ask my dancing partner (if she is still beside me – not very often I have to say) to help me up off my knees, and if she is not then generally someone on the floor takes pity on me.

Morrisey

Not sure this was a good look even when I was in my 20's. Standing on the spot with arms swinging up and down whilst one leg remains still and the other lifts from the floor like you're constipated – never really hit it off for me.

If I tried that now...........nah scratch that....I just couldnt.

Earth, Wind and OMG I'm really sorry

'Getting down' and really swinging – now that should be OK. I have the sounds of 'September' in my head and picturing me moving around the dancefloor in a scene that resembles Saturday Night Fever or should that be Sit Now Fool! This is probably going to end with me knocking into someone 7' 12” carrying 10 pints back to his Hell's Angels buddies. Forget It!

Lets face it I have reached the point where I will want to be on the floor showing the world I still 'have it' but in reality I will be at the bar with men of similar dancing ability looking at the youngsters and thinking..........

How can you dance to that rubbish?