dinner and dancing and love

i've been getting all behind with my contrast podcast plugs but the last two go together quite well so i think i've got awy with it.
has anyone ever been to a proper dinner dance? i've never seen the attraction of sticking the two together. the last thing i'd want to do after a big dinner is dance. i want to sit around with a bottle of something nice and rattle on endlessly. going dancing is all about spending far too long getting ready with a few too many just a small ones and being much too excitable to eat.
so instead of dinner for two before dancing lets have numerous visits to the lav for whatever reasons - a nasty bug, a nice spot of cottaging, a peer through your favourite glory hole, or whatever else takes your fancy

bob - convenience


the dancing turned into a spot of dj russian roulette which i'm afraid round my way would've become a bloodbath in seconds. we're merciless when it comes to the serious business of shaking a tailfeather so i played it deep and safe

the meters - just kissed my baby

i was tempted to do the dads a favour and give them something with instructions - rocksteady or tighten up or something with actions but if you're really struggling have a go at joining in with the lovely tavares boys which was going to be my choice but i feared for my health around all those butch blogger boys



well if all that nibbling and wiggling has worked it's magic you should have something tasty and adorable to take home with you so now you need to get serious. there's no larking about where seduction tunes are concerned. you need to show some class so there's none of that greatest love album in the world ever you got off the front of the mirror a million valentines days ago.
just get your smokey robinson records out, play 'quiet storm', and pucker up good...

smokey robinson - quiet storm