Dancing queen


Flap, Sparkle and Slide

Do you remember when the girls would dance around their handbags at the disco?  The scent of Brut was over-powering, as we put down our Southern Comfort and Cokes, just long enough, to strut up to some swaying girl in a one piece, flared body suit. 
The strobe light bounced off the mirror ball and the dance floor glowed, as bare chested, gold medallion wearing bouffants danced with chunky-heeled, permed princesses who mimed to the strains of Staying Alive.

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