Last year 43 year-old Richard Fuller was forcibly removed from a Cold Chisel rock concert in Townsville after dancing in the aisles.
A magistrate subsequently fined him $450 (it seems young Richard might have overexuberantly resisted the security guards who were hauling him out of the venue) and then dismissed him from the court with “You are too old to dance, Mr Fuller.”
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Well root my boots*. I smell a conspiracy.
Older friends of The Bucket will remember that Richard is not the first ancient sacrificial dancing lamb.
Three years ago I also found myself in a spot of bother on my one-man dance extravaganza “M. C. Screwdriver” tour of retirement villages down the eastern coast of Australia.
M. C. Screwdriver
It wasn’t my fault that a slight wardrobe malfunction at the Gosford Senior Ladies Lawn Bowls Club resulted in twenty matronly sheilas from the front rows running squealing and gesticulating out the nearest exit with their knickers in knots down to the local constabulary.
Well, last Saturday Richard made his comeback and he was accorded hero status at the inaugural Not Too Old To Dance Comeback Concert in Townsville. (story and short clip here)
I wish Richard a long life full of happiness and dancing.
In fact, as my two years probation for lewd and lascivious behaviour has now expired, I might resume the nationwide dance tour from where it was so rudely interrupted if Richard would like to take over as headline act. I am no longer quite as lithe and limber as I was in 2009 so I might just play a minor supporting role this time. Something involving audience participation perhaps.
Like juggling some flaming swords and a chainsaw.
What could possibly go wrong this time.
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* “Root my boots” = Aussie exclamation of exasperation.
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