| ballroom dancing
ahhhh, ballroom dancing. the quintessestial british pastime for the quintessential british gent. i envisage myself at the empress ballroom blackpool groomed to perfection suit from saville row, hair brylcreamed down in side parting in recreation of yesteryears old wedge cut but not as sevre. fiona,trixabelle or fifi linking arms with me as i dance the foxtrot round the ballroom, angela rippon is left at the state of orgasm as she comments on the exquisiteness of my adaption of the cha cha cha. ah yes the blessed come dancing, it's the way foreward. |