I caught myself in the lift mirror dancing to Micheal Jackon’s Billy Jean – I say dancing but it can’t really be called that – its more like wobbling. Yes, that it, I was wobbling to the rhythm. Maybe because its Friday, maybe its because I don't know.

It really great to do that from time to time and its even better when its in a lift because no one can see you. I mean, “you” can see “you”, and once you’re over the initial fright of that, the shock is over and the wobbeling can commence without interruption(unless you hear a beep, in which case its the lift stopping and its time to do the same!).

You wouldn’t find me dancing or wobbling for that matter in front of an audience – god no. Personal “lift-time” is the best time to shake one’s tail feather, especially when one of your best songs shows up in the playlist and starts..