A chronicle of 'doings' for posterity... and other things of little consequence!
Well, yes, they are people; I guess that can be construed as 'folk'.Their rythmical, marginally synchronised gyrations might be perceived as 'dancing'.Some would describe this as mass hysteria.After all, you've got to do something when your train is delayed.
Well that sucked the joy out of that then...
Otherwise we do it every Friday evening!Joy ...!
That was fantastic! I think we should start every day with at least 10 minutes dancing like this. We would all feel 100% better for the whole day - unless it brought on a heart attack, but what a way to go!
There are better ways to go: "mown down by a bright red sports car at the age of eighty on the way home from an all-night party" (Roger McGough, or something like what he wrote); or: peacefully, in post-coital slumber. "I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my father, not screaming and shouting like his passengers did" (Bob Monkhouse).
I thought it was absolutely wonderful.People having fun and the little old lady with her shopping bags was probably having the best fun she's had for ages!!!!
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