Not one I started..
In a local a few months back, Billie Jean came on and immediately some guy started doing an elaborate choreographed dance routine that he'd obviously been working on all week in front of his bedroom mirror.

A mate of mine (straight after telling every woman on the dancefloor over the age of 40 that I fancied them, but was just too shy to approach them!) wandered over to him, interrupting the guy in full flow, and chatted to him a bit. And kept on pointing at me.

Five minutes later they both came over to where I was standing, at which point my mate said as way of an introduction "Oh, I've just been telling XXX about your work as choreographer for Usher. You two should chat". And promptly walked off.

I cannot dance for shit. No rhythm, nothing. But that didn't stop me talking shit for the rest of the night about my background in ballet, and how I wasn't insured to dance in public.

Everytime I see this guy, he always comes over with his friends and asks about how work is going, and what Usher's been up to. Seems to look up at me, as though I'm some kind of superstar. Haven't the heart to tell him it's a load of shit.
( Rusty Shackleford www.junt.co.uk / @joeyrobbo, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 12:49, 3 replies)

Not insured to dance in public
Arf!
( LemonEntryMyDearWatson This time, Moriarty, the hand is on the other foot, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 12:54, closed)

Haha had no choice
Was half pissed, and that was the best reason I could come up with for not being able to show him some moves.
( Rusty Shackleford www.junt.co.uk / @joeyrobbo, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 12:56, closed)

That's brilliant
...and I suppose you always have the distraught "that bastard has sacked me" extra lie if you get tired of the pretense!
( sanityclause is waiting until, Fri 13 Aug 2010, 12:59, closed)