Last night I was out on the scene dancing for the first time in ages. We were at a venue in Sydney that is renowned for being the anti-glamour venue. The people are all just regular guys and the music is pretty darned random. Last time I was there I saw a baby gay dancing with his top off to Lionel Ritchie’s “Dancing on the ceiling”. Last night was no exception. There was the usual mix of old Kylie , Madonna and Mariah but then Dolly would make an appearance and then came the clanger… Footloose. Now it’s been some very very long time since I’ve busted out any moves to that old classic but I learnt last night, that you can’t dance to that song like you can to all your other pop music. You HAVE to dance like Kevin Bacon did in the movie because NOTHING else works.