A couple of years back I got to know a guy called Brutus who owns a dance club not too far from my house. Without going into too much detail, the moment he realised I was the dancer formerly known as Groove Master C, he insists I come visit the club. It has great music, a fantastic assortment of booze and, best of all, a wonderful atmosphere. At first I refused, claiming age and other things, but after a few months of pleading I gave in. Till this day I’m not sure if that was a very good thing to do…