Sparkography

I love dancing and I’m not at all embarrassed to admit that I’m pretty damn good at it too!

However, this wasn’t always the case. At school I was a typical male cardboard cutout who would awkwardly rock sideways from foot to foot without a clue what to do with my arms, let alone a girl.

Aerobics changed all that. But that’s another story! However, the result was that not only did I find my rhythm but I realised I knew how to apply it too and pretty soon I was the centre of attention on dancefloors all over London. Well, New Cross at least.

However, regardless of whether it was New Cross or New York, I felt as empowered as John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. Complete strangers would come up and say hello, entrance queues would be bypassed, and velvet ropes would part. I even had groupies! Fast forward a good dozen years and 10,000 miles and I will still stride onto any dancefloor in Sydney expecting to own it. That’s the massive effect that music and dance had on me.

So when I was recently in Waikiki, Hawaii and chilling out on my hotel balcony during sunset before yet another big night, the building opposite didn’t look like a concrete tower blocking my view of the beach. It looked like a disco dancefloor.