Saturday night, time for a dance; as I'm still stuck on my Island, why not spend 5 minutes being really jealous of all the young fashionable people who will be going to Escape Club tonight.
However, that's down to circumstance (being on the Isle of Man) and necessity (puppies need the toilet)
I can't wait to get over there; put on some fancy dancing clothes; launch myself onto a podium; let the music move me for a good 30 minutes; and then probably head home in search of my culturally ingrained obligatory burger (with fried onions and cheese)
..........you can take the girl out of Belfast.......
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