Riverdance it ain't.
I was visiting some friends in London, and we decided to go to Camp Attack at G-A-Y, where we were dancing around like loonies to random 90s pop. Which was fine.

What wasn't fine was when "C'est la vie" by B*Witched came on. For those that don't know it (how?) there's a bit where it goes all Irish-jig-riverdancey, where people usually fall flat on their faces or kick the person behind them whilst trying to act like Michael Flatley after 20 pints.

Knowing this, I thought of a much safer idea, and grabbed my friend's arm to go into a Cotton-Eye Joe style spin. Unfortunately, he was halfway through something approaching a leg flick, and ended up on the floor clutching his ankle.

We spent the next morning in A&E having his ankle X-rayed. Ever since, we've sat that song out. At least you know where you are with Steps.

(apologies for lack of poo)
(moogal has eggs, Fri 10 Apr 2009, 10:10, Reply)