Three glasses in, Shirley felt restless.
The DJ must have decided only crooners would satisfy this ageing group.
We might be older, she thought, but we’re not at the quiet limits yet.
She had a discreet word. The DJ raised his eyebrows, but searched through his playlist.
After five minutes Shirley heard the opening riff.
She yelled ‘who’s with me!’ as Tina Turner growled.
Alone on the parquetry, she started dancing.
It was going well. Then came the tricky bit where she had to cross her feet.
Something popped as she hit the dancefloor.
Boy, did she regret that move.
The DJ must have decided only crooners would satisfy this ageing group.
We might be older, she thought, but we’re not at the quiet limits yet.
She had a discreet word. The DJ raised his eyebrows, but searched through his playlist.
After five minutes Shirley heard the opening riff.
She yelled ‘who’s with me!’ as Tina Turner growled.
Alone on the parquetry, she started dancing.
It was going well. Then came the tricky bit where she had to cross her feet.
Something popped as she hit the dancefloor.
Boy, did she regret that move.
