(Silent) Disco Stu

At the Silent Disco, this guy was going off like a frog in a sock.

Unfortunately for the onlookers, only the dancers had headphones, so his bawling accompaniment to whatever he was hearing (and dancing to) was experienced in all its decibelic glory by everyone in the vicinity of The Rocks.


Ideally, the plan was to stick around until full dark, when there would presumably be more dancers, brighter strobe lights and sparklier mirrorballs. In short, a bit more impressive looking.

But the weather had other ideas, and after juggling umbrella, handbag and camera for only a short period of time, I was drenched.

I figured that was God's way of telling me I should call it a day, and go spend some quality time with my sofa - and who am I to argue with a higher power?