It's only Rock and Roll, but.....

....well, you know the rest.

Anyway, a thunderous nights entertainment was had by all. First off, some old dudes rocked out in a bar where the punters get up and play the instruments:

....which was increasingly comical when it turned out the piano player couldn't actually play and so had to be helped by about four other guys all thumping the keys at the same time.

Then there was a gigantic nightclub that must have contained about six billion people (conservative estimate) and had a queue around the block:


Now, I don't do queues around the block. So with a little bit of social engineering jiggery pokery, in we went happily avoiding all that waiting nonsense. The rave / dancy bit wasn't actually as interesting as what was going on upstairs, which was.....wait for it...a battle of the Jazz Dancers.

That's right people, we had ourselves a JAZZ DANCE OFF.

First up was some English dude who couldn't dance, or indeed sing very well.

Think Johnny Two Step singing like Jimmy Two Tones and you'll get the general idea. On and on it went, until some random guy got up and set about embarrassing his ass all over the place. Here's the moment the English guy realised it was time to get off the stage:

.....enjoy a life of washing dishes. Also, hahahaha.

At this point, we went downstairs and realised the clubs go-go dancers were inexplicably made up of 3 hopelessly rhythm-free dudes on a platform in the middle of the dancefloor. Check out the guy in the middle - he's vaguely wrapped in a blanket of smoke, but that's sort of a good thing:

....compare and contrast.

Then weep openly.