D.I.S.C.O.

Dance to the Music is just what these gorgeous lashes scream. And who are we to disobey the lashes.

So with my red sequined boob tube and balck satin hotpants I have been disco dancing around the kitchen today. My arms have been flung in gay abandon above my head and have swayed from side to side, and my hips gyrated in the opposite direction.

It's an image that should never been seen but one which I keep in my head whilst I am soaking up the beats and letting all inhibitions fly away.

I reckon dancing and false eyelashes should be offered on the NHS as part of a preventative medicine. Back ache however is often a side effect so dance with caution! Come on and sing it with me Dance to the music!