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Due to the selflessness of Tilly's friend's dad I ducked out of accompanying Tilly to the school disco. I've done parent present at school disco before and it isn't what I'd call fun. It mostly involves drinking a small beer and making small talk over loud music.
I did all that when I was a teenager trying to meet girls:
Spying some vision on the busy dance floor; Asking if she wants to dance and she says okay. And then shouting "What's your name?" two inches from her pretty face as you shuffle self-consciously to Roxy music or David Bowie. Then you bellow to her with cupped hand "Do you want a drink?" and she bellows back "No it's alright - my boyfriend has just gone to get me one."