Now I'm sober I will elaborate Carmine. A friend is arranging a piss up 5 days in Vegas in 2 years time, now I want to go and obviously i told her all about it and that i wouldnt go- responsibilities, cant leave her and the kids, half way round the world. Just unfair as it'd cost a hell of a lot etc etc She's mentioned going to dance classes for years and I've always played a straight bat to it. So at a Do a few weeks ago making sure I got her pissed too, and after a few dances I mentioned wouldnt it be great if we could really show off and do some proper dance moves... Have another Summer Berry Perry Cider treacle... Her drunken mind is ticking over.. Mrs: I tell you what if you go dancing with me you can go to Vegas I've paid the deposit he he Crazy like a fox
n Oh dear ... what she actually said was "You can go see Vegas" ... Johnny Vegas, Xmas panto at Blackpool Hippodrome (Widow Twanky) ... hope that deposit is refundable Tarquin
Mitch Jay Gaylord. Now there's a real man's man. Great on the floor. Even has some manly moves named after him. (Waits for rush to Google.)
Now that is how you charm the lady and still get your own way. I have some very stylish dancing shoes if you need to borrow some. Top drawer ones too, you can see your face in em.
I'm sorry but I was under the impression this was a football forum. It feels very brokeback mountainy on here all of a sudden. Gaylords.
I had some really well polished dancing shoes once. Fit me like Cinderella's glass slippers. Comfy as a puppy snuggled up in a cutsey little wicker basket. Until I moved onto the third contradanse of a quadrille and found myself in the tight clutches of a very immodest young scamp who was light of dress and lighter of lingerie. I glanced down and to my horror, the shimmering of the light revealed that my much loved dance shoes had a massive crack running the lenght of them. Straight in the bin they went.
They were a soft pigskin leather. I'd applied expensive unctions, buffed them to within an inch of their lives, polished them until they reflected any object perfectly. That crack. I'll never forget seeing that crack. My stomach lurched. I'm feeling sick here.
There used to be a fish merchant on dock called S.R. Crack and allegedly had a daughter called Philippa.
