Shit pub, bad disco
Having had too many and my mates letting me down and not coming out, I ended up dancing to the horrible, horrible music that populates East Sussex Working mens clubs.
I was a regular so I knew everyone but watching horses of overweight women dancing to Teh fucking Quo, I ended up walking home alone.
The next night I went out again to scold all of my friends for leaving me to face that durge on my todd, only to be faced by a slighlty irate old guy (Happy Howard, great guy, normally very friendly, RIP) telling me I'd better aplogise to his wifey for having danced so innapropriatly with her the previous night. In front of everyone I actually had to ask what he meant as I had no memory, and he reckoned I'd been 'dirty dancing' with his 70-odd year old missus.
With a background of my friends pissing themselves, I had to buy them a drink sit down and apologise.
Turns out she thought nothing of it and told him to stop being so silly because there was no problem in the first place, I hadn't bump'n'grinded with her at all it seems. Phew.
I didn't really mind, it was a case of a fine old gent reclaiming his dignity and he was cool afterwards. Until he died anyway.
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