Gene Kelly, I am not
Once, walking back from a nightclub, I decided to try and surprise my two mates with an impromptu dance move. So, as we were casually strolling home through the streets of London, I dashed ahead, stuck out my arm and swung gracefully in a little circle round a lamp-post.

However, in my slightly inebriated state, instead of the hoped-for solid two feet on the ground landing, I let go, spun round in mid-air and heavily landed, square on my arse (to gales of 3am Soho laughter).

I spent the rest of the walk home half hunched over, clutching my back and moaning about my coccyx.
(theremin put the lotion in the basket on, Thu 21 Jan 2010, 12:34, Reply)