Tuesday, 15 May 2007
Hip's don't lie
Strangely, Charlie confided in me last night that she has been taking lambada lessons as a surprise for Richie. However, she is a little apprehensive about continuing lessons with Louis "My hips don't lie" Trocadero. He has been gyrating in her direction a little more than she's comfortable with. And she's finding it difficult to know where to look when faced with a man in hot pink, silk, sequined trousers.
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Is that Mr. Louis "My hips don't lie" Trocadero of Salford, West Manchester? The very same man who once had a fling with a young Miss Chiris Brick? I hear he gyrates like a turbine. Not that said Miss Brick told me. When I talked to her, she was busy eating a combination of scotch eggs and edam on soup, and talking about new trends in French kissing.
In either case, Charlie is in good hands. Dancing the lombada may also ease the bowel congestion with which she has been afflicted in the last days.
Here is to a quick recovery and a lifetime of dance.
xxx
It is the very same. In fact, last night he tried to straddle me in his sequined leggings whilst I was taking a well earned Ribena break, but they ripped and he ran off in shame. I had to dance with him 'virtually' through the men's room door for the rest of the night, which, I'm sure you will understand, was difficult.
I've been considering what to do about this unfortunate situation for some time now. My lambada is not nearly good enough yet, but I think I may have to end my lessons before it all gets too complicated. Or he rips another pair of leggings.
I love any one with "hips don't lie" in their title. That's all I have to say about that.
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