Arctic Monkeys - I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor

Stop making the eyes at me, and I'll stop making the eyes at you, what is is that surprises me is that I don't really want you to... ah, love it.

The year was 2006, the little lady and I had moved into the greatest share house of all time - The House Of Rock. Bodhi living in the spare room with Loretta and an assortment of drunk friends and sometimes randoms sprawled out over the lounge room floor every Friday and Saturday night.

It was the place to be every Friday night, sitting in the back yard around the table, smashing beers and cocktails like alcohol and livers were going out of fashion... and playing great tunes.

Every time this song would come on we'd all jump up from our chairs run to the hallway and dance like absolute fools, drinking what ever bottle of spirit was lying near by, and not stopping our little mosh group until the song was over.

We certainly didn't look good in our hallway dancefloor but by god were we having fun. So crank it up and dance like an absolute fool and have a shot for me!

May the house of rock live on...


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Editors - Munich

Many years ago now, I used to live with a big beast of a handsome man who got about town in a green sports car. The House of Love was known throughout Sydney as the place to be seen and party on a Friday night. Because of this many trips were made to bottle shops and alchoholic storage destinations, to pick up large quantities of booze and ice.

Every time we'd go on one of our booze scavenger hunts, Editors would be our soundtracks. For two reasons, firstly because Bodhi loves the Editors very much, and secondly because it was the only CD he ever had in his car and it was stuck in the CD player. It's fair to say, this album was a soundtrack for a good 12 months in the House of Love, and rightly so.

Play it loud Bodhi, good times.


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