Deprived of the lime light for more than a decade now, Alistair Graham has had to spend his remaining years in a dingy flat in Schuman, Brussels. Lockdown has been hard on him, as it has for all of us, and no amount of doodling in the Private Eye or cats has been able to distract him from the misery of life stuck at home.

Alistair stared at the ceiling forlornly, struggling to think of what he could possibly do to make the day go by. The gleam of a record cover caught his eye and he turned his head to get a better view. As he picked it up and investigated the cover, he felt a tingling in his feet... he wanted to dance again!

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