I’m considering a campaign to bring back the Slow Set

AND just as I think that romance is dead and gone, Myself and Himself have a moment! Now I must admit, a certain amount of alcohol and Today Fm DJ Phil Cawley are partly responsible for this rare occurrence, but still it was A Moment. And it was lovely.

In fact it was so lovely I’m considering launching a campaign to bring back the Slow Set! Because that’s when the magic happened. Come to think of it that’s always where the magic happened! You just grow up and forget.

So there we were, at a friend’s birthday party and Phil Cawley was ‘spinning the toons.’

We were leppin around to Madness and Cyndi Lauper one minute, sweatin ‘ buckets and the next thing he slowed it right down for the slow set.

A stampede of Over Forties hit the dance floor as the opening strains of Careless Whisper were played. Husbands and wives who’d had little conversation all week other than who’s turn it was to empty the dishwasher and pay the milk man, were suddenly wrapped around each other in what can only be described as passionate clinches, pressed together like hormonal teenagers at a pioneers disco!

Meanwhile the real teenagers at the party looked up momentarily from their iphones in horror at watching their parents smooch. Imagine making a show of yourself like that!

But it brought me right back. Back to the days when fellas stood on one side of the disco and girls on the other, an air of lusty expectation hanging in the air as we waited for the DJ to announce those eight little words, ‘we’re going to slow it right down now.’

You’d be holding your breath, praying that you’d be asked to dance, but also praying he wouldn’t be an awful looking yoke with smelly armpits who’d you be forced to share a confined space with for the whole of Stairway to Heaven!

And then if they did ask you to dance, and they danced with you for a second song, the excitement increased as by then you were fairly certain of a shift! You’d inch closer together minute by minute, moving your heads ever so slightly until bam! You locked lips and had a good ‘oul snog! Ah....... those were the days!

Then there was the awkward part when the slow set finished and you weren’t quite sure what to do, because chances are, you hadn’t even asked each other’s names so you retreated back to your separate corners until the next slow set.

Thankfully this time round I did know his name! I’d want to after 17 years of marriage! And he danced with me for the whole slow set before walking me back to my seat and buying me a drink. And before you ask–he didn’t get the shift! You have to draw the line somewhere.

WHEN THE SLOW SET FINISHED YOU WEREN’T QUITE SURE WHAT TO DO, BECAUSE CHANCES ARE, YOU HADN’T EVEN ASKED EACH OTHER’S NAMES