Disco Dave
When I were but a Prince to my throne, I was at school in London. Well, Morden to be exact.

I'd grown up with a chap named Jason White. Looked like a muppet, but not our story's hero today.

Now, all through middle school, and most of high school, there were rumours that the by Jason had brothers. that was fine, but no-one had ever seen them. Fine, they must be at another school somewhere else.

In our final year, we finally met Jason's brother David.

Slight story deviation, but ultimatley related, in our lunch halls(we had two, becuase we were a "new start" school or something) we had TVs which played TMF and other freeview channels.

One lunchtime, a few of us were eating inside out of the driving rain. So there we were, all camped out around this table, and we hear singing. Seniorita by Justin Timberlake, no less, and there is young David, giving it his heart and soul to the TV and dancing a fully choreographed dance routine to the tune. In the lunch hall. In front of about 300 mocking bastard children.

And then Jason gets up, trying to stop his brother. I'll never forget the words uttered by David at this point:
"But Jason, why do I have to stop? You showed me how to do it!" but with that I digress.

So we have young David, giving his full length JT moves(and doing a fine job of it), Jason clears off for a few days and we all forget the incedent.

During Jasons days off, David appears to be your bog standard hyperactive year 8. No dance routines to proudly display to an avid audience.

Upon Jason's well documented return, David starts dancing to all sorts of songs on the TV. This became an accepted part of the lunchtime viewing, but soon he was ignored and left to it. The poor sod had killed his obvious talents through over exposure.

So one day, he's giving it his all time 100% best performance(I presume, given that I'd stopped watching Disco Dave by now) he stops dead in the middle of a routine and falls to the floor.

Literally, just BANG! that was him. Lights out for the Dancing Boy. Unfortunatley for David, this is an old move, so it gets no attention. After about 5 minutes of ignorance, there are few glances, none of them concerned, so David throws a MASSIVE eppy. I've never seen one so big, or so violent. Punching walls, the floor, anyone within flailing distance.

He stops long enough to check his fists. Now bloodied and presumably rather painful. So he starts headbutting the vending machine. And I mean with some force. The whole hall is enthralled by this latest effort.

and then, as soon as he is sure he has evryones absolute attention, he starts dancing to whatever song was on then. As if nothing had happened, his hands pissing blood and looking fairly swollen, a large gash on his head, also leaking at a prodigal pace.

And then there is David. Dancing happily to the music(which by now, would be most accuratly described as "in his blood").

Tragically, I have no idea what happened to David, but I hope he's a dancer. Or something. He was some mover.

I have to apologise for length, but the songs were at least 3 minutes each.
(King of Swandanavia Proud owner of the worlds first Flong, Tue 23 Jan 2007, 23:37, Reply)