Lesson 6. Do Not Dance Like Nobody is Watching. Really. We Mean It!

Not sure who came up with tis dribble – Dance like there is nobody watching. But for the love of Moses, please do not dance in Amazonia (infamous Wan Chai bar that is now on the decline as some tosser has seen fit to mention it in the Douchebag Eurotrashers Guide to Hong Kong). It is not cool. After a truly awful day at the track, I stopped round ol’ Amazonia for a cocktail to drown my stupid tierce selections, and the small dance floor was crowed with all sorts of middle-aged cretins dancing to Led Zep, The Clash, and Queen. This was such a gruesome sight, I quickly downed my JD and bolted for the door. As soon as I found a suitable quiet environment for reflection, I quickly called Dr Bunnga for advice. Unable to reach him – some polar expedition I am told, I trotted over to the Fire House. Dr Randy – Where are you ? Your the only white guy I know that can hold his own on the Dance Floor… Good Band, Ice Box, but the blokes dancing…words fail me.