Ultimately a social retard...

It's 1:30 on a Saturday Sunday and I'm in my living room flicking between music channels and dancing around whenever a relatively upbeat song comes up which is becoming a regular weekend occurance and yet another reason ladies and gents is why you shouldn't have mirrors in your living room. Possibly even more depressing is that, in the last hour cheesy pop of all varieties has been played and not only do I know the words but in the case of a certain 7-piece band, the dance moves are still etched in my mind...