Some people stand in the shadows...

I was in SubLime on Friday night, making some kind of movement that could vaguely be interpreted as dancing. I'd met up with Gill there after a leaving meal with work. She'd been out with her work too, and we were both a little south of completely sober - which is the only way that you get me 'dancing' anyway - and by the time the last half hour rolled around before the lights came on and forced us out into the dark Manchester air, we were the only two left from either of our nights out.

But this has a point.

A song came on - and I use the word 'song' only in the vaguest sense of the word - that had the entire club dancing, waving their hands in their air, and generally going crazy.

And what was this song?

Well, that's the disturbing bit.

It was the Baywatch theme (I am stunned that I have just googled Baywatch and found that it has an official website. And there's the Hoff in all his glory! My internet cache may have to be scrubbed clean!), and not the recently remixed and re-released dance version of the theme, which was enough of an atrocity as it was.

No, this was the original, power-ballad-like drum-heavy theme that used to accompany the wonder of big-breasted women running in slow motion every Saturday evening of the 90s.

Hey, maybe that's why it got such a reaction!

Run, Yasmine - run like the wind!!

And remember...