Smug git!

When have you felt like a right proper smug git – and for what good reason??

When I was in high school, we all used to have to practice Scottish country dancing (which is probably a damn-sight scarier than Patty and Melv’s Morris dancing!) for the Christmas Dance, and usually our PE teachers would make it the turn of the guys to pick the girls for one dance, and then vice-versa.

Yours truly would normally be among the last picked, along with the majority of my mates, and usually selected by the, um, less choice females of the group!

Well, this one day it was girls choose boys, and yay, the feeling the dread descended upon me as the usual sweaty herd of cows (quite literally in my school!) headed in my direction, while all the other fine-ass women made their way to the other guys (ie, what the Yanks like to call “jocks”!).

However, one female of particularly striking beauty came swanning over to me and ask me up to dance – and my mates (and all the jocks!) sat there, utterly gobsmacked.

Me, I danced like a tw@t ‘cos I was so damn nervous, but hey, I got to dance with her, unlike the rest of my mates! Hahahahahaha!!! I so rock…