We've already had some delicious cakes from the pâtisserie , now we are shopping, if my bank will let me get any money out. I have money in the bank. They just won't give it to me. I'll explain another time. Anyway, here is that video that I told you about- me and Huge Old Fashioned Man gliding across the dance floor at Chez Moune and then falling over.
My secret identity isn't revealed because the lights are so bright, otherwise I wouldn't show you. I really did fall over quite spectacularly, although if you watch the video I think you'll agree that it was no reflection on me being a clumsy idiot-he let me fall to the floor. I'd like to point out I was wearing chunky boots because I didn't think we were going out 'properly' that night. Ok, now you can see the video:
(Watch out for the moment when I'm lying on the floor, debating whether to get up and style it out, or to remain on the floor, a hideous testimony to my lack of dancing skills.)
The sad thing is I remember my dancing as being spectacularly beautiful... now I've seen the video I have to accept the fact that it was in fact, crap.