Isn’t it odd how the blokes seem really miserable compared to the women though? The silly dancing ones at the back remind me of Mumsy’s crew! 😀
That is fabulous. And the finger at the end is just perfect.
Wowza! The late Aged P would have been one like of the old ducks boogying at the back. She only stopped dancing at 82 when her balance went a bit wonky – and I don’t mean a gentle waltz or foxtrot, she’d be off doing her own thing on the dancefloor as none of the old blokes could keep up with her…
I often muse that, when my nephew and niece have me shut up in Shady Pines or similar, I shall spit in the eye of anyone who wants me to sing along with bloody Vera Bloody Lynn, and demand some Led Zep and Motorhead on the PA system.
That’s really, really . . .
What was I saying?
I seem to have turned into my father.
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