Don’t judge me, but I’m quite tempted to crack open a box of tena’s, lather up on Tiger Balm on the old achey bits (does Tiger Balm come in an industrial sized tub these days?) and throw some elderly shapes at this bad boy.
Cracking line up of DJ’s who, frankly I’m amazed are still alive, let alone able to operate their decks & mixers. We wouldn’t need whistles and Klaxons – surely the noise of 6000 pairs of knees creaking & clicking would be volume enough.
Oh yeah. I’m not dead yet my friends!
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