Themed 'The Nutcracker and other painful dances', I herby present you with last night's SOTD.
The loss of face dance - Ikon B1
The danger here is not falling off the rope, but from the loss of dignity due to the onlookers below.
The turbulent tuba dance - Polsilver Lodz
Too much thigh and the danger of falling on to a large horn.
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syphilis sylphide dance - Alpha Wickhams Arctic Fox
Involves standing a safe distance from your partner
The clean underwear dance - Murdock's Avalon
If you are going to put everything on display make sure it is well laundered
From dangerous dances to dangerous razors and the Ikon B1 facial ballet. A full three passè involving a few swift and carefully executed pirouettes, an echappè or two (Keeps you on your toes. Dangerous fuckers these Ikons) and a glissade as the blade glides around the chin with perfect balance and effortless movement. Sweet, perfect and a beautiful assemble of de-fluffing. A ballet free of the old red, although I doubt many ballets include a blood bath routine.
Another bit of sadness as the Avalon takes yet another hit on the contents. One day there will be naff all left and it will be confined to the vaults of the unobtanium.
A big smiley shave and I am dancing in the aisles. Not as though I can dance and look more like an octopus with a nervous disposition. But at least it was a shave free of cracking my nuts and swans called Luke.
And you can have a very appropriately titled song from those trashy snazzy Bed-in girls. Enjoy. I always do