I thought for a moment I was in a Swedish disco tonight.
I’d just left the Lewisham Hotel which is my regular Wednesday night venue with friends.
As I walked towards the bus, I’d put my headphones on, and was listening to some Magnus Carlsson, one of my favourite Swedish pop singers. It was one of his louder disco numbers recorded in Swedish.
All of a sudden I found myself walking past a shop with a disco ball circling in the window, with the flashing lights making their way out onto the street.
For just a moment I was tempted to have a bit of a “disco dance” right there on Parramatta Road.
Who needs to go to Oxford Street when you can have your own little dance party right there? :)
The older I get the more childish I get some times, I think.