wee_ginga_yin
Well-known member
Last dance at the cub scouts hut on a friday night was always a slowie... a chance to get up close and personal. Previously you had just stood against the wall and sulked... tired out your best Brando look... rolled up the sleeves of your T-shirt, and tried to twist your eyebrows like James Dean in rebel without a cause, but come the last dance all the posing was abandoned as you rushed across the floor to grab the girl of your fancy.
