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Feb 17, 2011 09:08

I had a dream the other night where I had to rescue Emma from an 80s nightclub.

The clientelle seemed to be a selection of utter bastards, they were forcing her to stay and they didn't like the idea of a man-friend coming to pick her up at all. They surrounded us and looked most violent and threatening.

It was then I unleashed my special power: the power of dance! Yes, that's right. I can't remember if it was early Simple Minds or Joy Division or whatever, but I realised the only way out was to dazzle our way out, and performed "The Robot" so breathtakingly effectively that the angry crowds parted in amazement, stunned by the tight steccato movements, and were compelled to hold their ground as jagged shapes took me up the stairs and out the door. Such was the mechanistic perfection that they didn't realise until too late that Emma had slipped out during the performance.

But by then they'd forgotten all about imprisonment and violence, and could only sit back and regail each other with stories and sometimes slip into an impression of "the guy who did The Robot that time".
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