Wednesday, 11 September 2013


Greetings locomoters!

Okay so it's been six weeks since our birthday bash which makes us the slackest bloggers of all time. For those of you who weren't there, LOOK AT KEVIN CAKON!

True to expectation, he was even more delicious in cake form than in man form. Which bit did YOU get? I ate some of his bicep; it had chocolate goo in it.

Dead DJ Joke slaved under a tiny lamp for TWO-AND-A-HALF HOURS seizing opportune moments amidst lengthy mash-ups to sprint to the bathroom and back, impressively avoiding collisions with any dancers in the dark.

DID he play Footloose? WHO D'YA THINK YA DEALIN' WITH?! 

A blurry, squinty head count revealed well over a hundred punters. 

The guy who helped us put ice in the car at First Choice Liquor seemed dubious at our invitation but then CAME AND DANCED LIKE A DEMON!

Thank you thank you thank we love love love love love you all. Here's to another glorious year of dancing and singing in the dark with all of your spunky silhouettes!

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