…Me. (And Pete the Meat).
We tied in a prestigious dancing competition last night. Our duet to ‘I’ve got a feelin’ by The Peas clearly sent the judges into a paroxysm of orgiastic delight.
Knickers were actually wet. I tell you.
Pete and I were like the Fonteyn and Nuryev of the Noughties.
Michael Jackson would have immediately signed us up as backing dancers.
In a word we were… STRICTLY.
(Quite honestly folks, you missed yourselves)