I have been listening to this track on repeat today in the flat. My two little people absolutely love it, Ruby has a bit of hands in the air going on and George bounces up and down like his life depends on it. Myself, I have joined the legions of other mothers capable only of side stepping. It's crept up over the years and resistance has been futile, I just don't go out and dance anymore. I haven't a clue what to do with my body. Every now and then I try to mix it up a bit but funky chicken appears to be my only output. I've had the startling realisation that I dance like a mum at a wedding, lots of optimism and energy but just a little bit embarassing and uncomfortable. In years to come Ruby and her friends will grin at one another surreptiously and say something like 'Aw...she's really going for it isn't she' marvelling at my total inability to look as though I am in control of any of my limbs. I don't know how or if I should sort this out. Do I accept my fate? I tried a few times to get something else going on but it was as if my feet are on automatic pilot. Time was when I felt like I was doing what I was supposed to. Or was it just one too many shandys?? Hmmmm... Anyway... I love this TV version. 'Musica musica! Chic!' And the dancing by the audience is absolutely priceless. Gwyn is coming home armed with curry and love. He's also the one of the two of us that knows how to download season 3 True Blood. Of course I'm more looking forward to spending time with the absolute love. of. my. life... Obviously.