Disco inferno! What is it about that song that makes you want to put together the baddest 70s pimp outfit and head out on the town?? Or is that just me?

Anyway, it finally came true on a birthday in June and I got a possie of homeys together and we headed down to some club in Bournemouth for some flare swinging, afro billowing dance action.

Sure we got our fair share of comical comments, witty remarks, and abusive taunts thrown at us when we hit the first bar almost sober, but that's par for the course.

The key point is that we looked like we'd just dropped out of some drug fueled 1970s time machine, and when the DJ finally started to grace us with pumping 70s dance tunes, we turned on the gyrating hips, finger pointing and unstable pirouettes to the crowd's cheers.