Pure disco.

So, I went in a slightly different direction today. After having my aural senses bombarded with yukky Fleetwood Mac, I went for the feelgood of some Pure Disco.

I considered, only for a moment, blaring "It's fun to stay at the YYYYY MCA" out the 20 window to the Hastings inhabitants.

It definitely gave me a spring in my step, and I don't care what anyone says - there's nothing like the beat of "Dancing Queen" to cheer a girl up of a morning.

I wonder if there's such a thing as Disco Therapy?