cordshoes I used to know a lad who had zero rhythm, probably most of us I guess, but he was bad, two left feet etc. Not wanting to feel left out whenever a tune came on that he fancied cutting a rug to, he hit the dancefloor and proceeded to engage in his signature move - press-ups. Girls dancing round their handbags, couples smooching and in amongst them, at their feet was this kid doing some sort of Brian Jacks Superstars shit. Great times.