Are you a victim of dad dancing… go on you can confess i know i have been there. Its that moment in your childhood when your dad decides its time to trip the light fantastic and you are going to be his partner in crime. You can see it happening way before the actual trip onto the dance floor. He has had a couple of beers to oil his confidence, the dj puts that song on the one he used to dance to 600 years ago. His foot starts tapping, he’s mouthing the words, his shoulders start to move and you know its going to happen but for some reason you are cruelly glued to your seat out of fear. You see him turn his attention towards you and his lips are moving in slow motion as he stands jigging about to the beat. He grabs your hand and before you know what is happening he is leading you onto a deserted dance floor with friends and family looking on.

And then it starts he does this strange arm waving bottom jiggling dance which could not have ever been cool in any century and you know that your cousins are killing themselves laughing. He grabs hold of your hands and starts to move my arms in the same frantic movement. I look at him and he is smiling and happy. I want the floor to swallow me up until that is i suddenly remember. Cause and Effect. One dad on the dance floor attracts more dads to the dance floor. I look around and sure as eggs are eggs the young are being dragged onto the scene of my embarrassment by the normally reluctant dancers. Its that social pnenomena called dad wedding dancers. It happens once in a blue moon and usually at weddings and i think in retrospect its a rite de passage.