I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor.

One of the great arena'a for making a prat of yourself is at the local disco after a few pints of whatever brew floats your boat. Even the most conservative and staid middle aged bloke gets a touch of the John Travoltas when they reach a certain level of inebriation and we have discussed womens capacity for handbag dancxing before. When this stage of the evening is reached inhibitions go out the window and arms and legs fly in all directions as males try and outdo each other in attemts at mad, drunken mating rituals and their fenale counterparts let loose their hidden talents as steamy seductresses of the dancefloor ambushing every stil verticle male in sight and envoloping them with their charms, however uninviting they might usually find their usually overwhelmed partners when sober.

And then of course, before the night is out, both sexes make total arses of themselves when performing to classics such as 'The Timewarp', 'Saturday Night' and 'The Birdie Song'.

You always look and feel good on the dancefloor until the photos come out the next day. Then with the woodpecker still firmly on your shoulder its time to hide under the duvet until other have become the object of embarrassment.