Sunday, 15 March 2015

Let's twist again, like we did at Britpop...

Ooooh, now THAT was interesting!

DJ Flob was away doing pop-gothy tributes in Nottingham, so the Britpop decks were taken over by The King Of The Goths.

King Of The Goths! Doing Britpop!!

And a damn good job he did too.

But once again, my awexymness is a barrier to babes.

Being a rhythm meister of unparallelled brilliance has its drawbacks, for many Pretties want to dance with The Xym.

"Ooooh, you lucky bugger! What's the problem then? You gay or summat? I wouldn't mind women being all desperate to throw themselves at me!"

Ah, well, the issue is this. The Ladies who want to dance with me are not single, or simply not interested in Xym. Like your good self, they see Xym's sensuous moves and conclude:
"WOWSERS! What a fucking AWESOME dancer! I MUST dance with him! And because he can dance, he MUST be a right gayer, therefore I'm safe from being hit on, and my boy[girl]friend/fianceƩ/husband[wife] won't get all jealous!"

Thus all the Single Ladies look on. Too shy to approach, they look on with hate and jealousy under the mistaken apprehension that Xym's dancing Pretty is his missus, before stropping off to dance downstairs.

Which, alas, is NOT a euphanism. Or if it is, it's not with me, more's the pity. or something.

Anyhoo, I am getting MUCH more observant, and even I have now been able to spot some of my more obvious fan-clubs sprouting up around me...

...unless that was just a spilled drink they were stood in! (b'dum t'ish!)

I have verified this with my much more observant sisters, who also hear whisperings about Xym in the Ladies. And yes, I has indeed been able to identify several who have "expressed an interest"... who, as ever, express that interest by buggering off elsewhere!

So, I is VERY popular with Teh Pretties, but got no chance with any of 'em coz they all think I've copped off with someone else.

Next night out, I'm just going to sulk on the sofa, alone. Then all these adoring womens will know I is availabubble, and come chat me up!

Or they'll just think I'm a miserable sulkyarse, and dismiss me as a morose muppet!

I just can't win!!