A bit of music today because we haven't had any for a while have we? I've thought that dancing is something that I've only recently embraced but if I look back in time there was a little window of jigginess back in my late teens and early twenties. The place where I strutted my stuff was the Timepiece in Exeter. It's still a favourite haunt for those who can manage to stay up past 10pm. Then it was a much smaller venue, a tiny bar and dance floor in a terraced property, an alternative nightclub rather than a discotheque. Here's a wonderful tune that I seem to recall from those days. It seems to transcend the decades.
There seemed to be a dress code that spurned colour in that place. I wore a lot of black and grey back anyway then including a stack load of kohl around my eyes. It was an attempt to be cool but I don't think that I achieved it back then. After all isn't being cool about attitude rather than wearing the right clothes? I wonder if I'm nearer that state of mind now even though I'm a relatively old codger in my '50s. Off course my teenage boy would tell me that I'm way off.