Dancing

I can't dance for toffee.

When I was about 5 or 6 I thought I was an amazing dancer...but I stopped, and now I don't know my foxtrot from my Samba from my Jive Bunny.

It's like I've got 3 left feets.

People try to get me to dance, but I've perfected a technique of clinging for dear life to the legs of chairs and tables. I won't even dance with people I'd dream about dancing with...too shy.

So yeah, no dancing from Lenny.