I seem to remember someone telling me that US English is the only language in which dance, romance and trousers could be made to rhyme - as romance, dance, and pants.

My decorated Y-fronts over moleskins were not deemed wildly exciting, and I had this depressing sensation of fiddling while Rome - or at least animals - burned.

Still, as the saying goes, "I gave already". Hope someone somewhere reciprocates if we're ever starving or dying like flies from a mutated strain of Foot and Mouth.

As to the Big Yin dancing stark bollock naked round London, I can only say that it was a good thing that it was a cold day! But then, he's even older than me.....