Style of Eye


Its wedding season and everyones invited to the reception, yes, even strange cousin David. At first he stands around, serious. During the meal he pontificates on future proofing your mobile phone to the rapt interest of no one. The inevitable happens. With no one to talk to David starts tanning the booze. 3 pints in and hes woozy like a fucker. One more and its too late. Before he knows it hes on the floor, a whirling dervish ! A one man party ! YES HE CAN !! Arms aloft, waist rolling, feet the speed of sound, theres no stopping the party now !!!! Is he cool for a moment, or just crap and embarrassing ? Who knows ? Not I.

Ian Mcquaid