got to disagree
dancing is fucking brilliant fun. but not in a 'i'm dancing to get a bird' sort of way, more trying to keep up with the music, eyes closed, twitching like a scarecrow in a tornado, type of thing.

I simply can't and won't 'dance' to regular music, or at ceilidhs or at weddings or any other shitfest where the old 'youth club shuffle' is employed. personally i prefer the bpm's to be as high as I am. music that is too predictable is also out, give me a slab of Venetian Snares and his epileptic waveforms over a flat 4/4 on the floor any day. the beauty of this spastic soundtrack is that no matter what you do, no matter what shapes you throw or what kind of a tit you may look, it will always look as if it is somehow representative of the music that is playing.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 16:58, 2 replies)

ceilidhs don't count as dancing
1) because I can do it, and
2) all you need to be able to do is keep time and follow instructions. piece of piss. most people can't manage though.

if you get the opportunity watch a drunken ceilidh from a high vantage point. Absolutely hilarious.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 17:06, closed)

I wish I could do that.
I just feel like a massive tit whenever I try :P
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 17:14, closed)

sounds like a result in the end then

( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 18:53, closed)

I may change my mind about dancing now, actually.
It always seems to end in feeling a tit in some way.

*Practices*
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Wed 21 Oct 2009, 19:21, closed)