So here I am, on a couple of weeks off from saving my employer from the bad guys, and I'm enjoying a couple of icecold Guinnesses while toying with the pages of ARRSE and listening to Radio 2. On comes one of the Great Dad Dance Numbers - 'Walk This Way' and I'm showing the mirror how it's done. Like, cool. Then, just before the Final Big Cool Moves - those I used to wow them with at the Seagoe, Portadown, 1979 - some m***f**g scumsucking b*****d who's deeply in love with himself in a physical sense leaps into the instrumental and waffles in a syrupy, hey, listen to me, aren't I sexy and motherable arrsewipe sort of way, and yaps on about some of the least needed information on the planet. Ba*rds. Sack them all and replace them with a computer. Particularly Steve Wright, who should be f*cked and burned first.