OK, so it's more Pulled Quad than Wounded Knee o'er again...
...(kasota kasota!)...
...so I didn't make it to Londinium to see Goblin doing the live score to Profondo Rosso.
But I did make it to The Whatacunt for 80s vs 90s and my Dancing Queen!
Which hath caused consternation and uproar with my siblings!
One sister wholeheartedly approves of my Dancing Partner, whilst the other sister wants to gouge out the flashy dancing trollop's eyes in a jealous fit of rage after stealing away their brother,
Now, my Pretty, don't you be getting all jealous and/or excited reading too much into this - what, you think Xym pulled? Ha, you know nothing Jon Snow!
Once again, attached, unavailable Pretties only require the services of Xym for the sole purpose of strutting their stuff with someone stupendously stylish and awexym with rhythm... and at the Waterfront there's only Xym.
And her. The phwoarsome to my awesome.
And I suppose we'd better credit ole Antonio Banderas Double Denim'd Axl Rose Bandana'd cuban heel'd snakehips (Steve?) for the effort he puts in. Even if he does strop off in a huff coz he can't complete with us.
I pretty much OWN The Talk of an 80s night. Cor, imagine if I had someone as phwoarsome as my Waterfront Dancer there! They'd explode in stunned orgasmic awe!
See the progress Xym hath made! He actually dances with smokin' hot Pretties!
Now we just have to finds him one that is single.
And then find a way to get him to actually talk to them.
