Private dancer # 2

I left for work exceptionally early today as I thought I’d like to get stuck in traffic jams sooner rather than later tonight when I try to get back to Colchester for the Easter break and some quality family time. So, I’m walking down the road to the tube station feeling quite carefree due to the fact that there are four lie-ins coming my way (and the quality family time natch) when I notice the man ahead of me who is doing full on Gene Kelly-Singin’-in-the-Rain dancing, with a little bit of Michael Jackson thrown in for good measure. As he rounds the corner and goes out of view I speed up—I want to see more of this dancing in the street as it has put a smile on my face. But, as I get round the corner… he’s gone! Was he a figment of my fevered imagination? An apparition put there to make me smile first thing in the morning…? We’ll never know.

Alright, he’d actually just crossed over to the other side of the road and was now walking normally, but for a moment I was genuinely shocked. And that was a much better ending to the story don’t you think?