You know how it is - or at least, please tell me you do - when sometimes you just can't help looking at something you feel you really shouldn't. No matter how much you may deny it to others, you can't kid yourself: you're looking, and looking again, and getting off on it. It's a weakness.
Well I'm coming clean - this is mine (or at least one of them): men dancing in ways you don't expect. I get this weird thrill from it. I think I could watch all of these on an infinite loop...I just can't take my eyes off them.
Honestly, they just make me happy.
I mean, first of all, there's pin-up boy Jim Dandy from Black Oak Arkansas. He's made an appearance on this blog before but, as I say, it's a weakness.
He starts to get particularly interesting around 2 minutes 20 seconds in on this clip. Watch him strut his stuff - pull up a chair and open that bag of cheese'n'onion crisps (don't worry about the crumbs, you can hoover them up later). It feels so wrong... but yet so right.
Samuel T Herring's name alone is the stuff of my dreams. Then I saw him dance. I wish the frontman from Future Islands didn't look quite so much like the bewildered love child of Elvis and Norman Wisdom but you can't have everything.
"Mr Grimsdale! Mr Grimsdale!"
Now... keep your eyes on the tambourine player from the 1910 Fruitgum Company on the right in this clip below from the German show Beat Club, performing Goody Goody Gumdrops (or cumdrops as I accidentally typed just now... honestly I did!...I know, I know: you didn't come here to read such filth). God, I love him.
Finally, the Fine Young Cannibals and guitarist Andy Cox's bendy legs. Bassist David Steele is at it too. I'm thinking of those cardboard puppet things. Actually I can hardly bear to watch. More!
Don't judge me.