The cartoon featuring Erica reminded me of a scene at the Casino on Friday night, or was it Saturday morning?  Yes it was Saturday morning.

Mrs Erica wanted to dance to the band in the Sports Bar, the appropriately named Morning Glories, especially given the time, but also I sense some of the movements on the dance floor.

Erica was very reluctant, standing in the doorway and shaking his head, looking around to see, too, who might be watching.

But eventually Mrs Erica’s batted eye-lashes and come hither smile prevailed.

And in his prim suit, he was dancing, very stiffly it must be said, and attempting to let diwb what is left of the once voluminous tight curls.

Mrs Erica, I can inform the readers of this great site which I am writing too for the first time, moves very well in the dancing department.

She would get a respectable six or a seven from the judges.  Erica, I’m afraid, would have dragged their combined points down to about 0.2.

But at least he was out there having a go, that’s what I say, you’re having a go Erica and we respect you for that, you not just a wall-flower, you’re one of us, a real person, living breathing, not just Riga and Mortis with a jockey’s voice.

More of it son, and see if next time you can get Jeanette and Johnny up there go-going and jiving. 

Love your work Erica, even if you’re trying to stop everyone else from getting a decent job with decent conditions like your perks and super.

Bob the Physio, how you going old mate?  I reckon Erica might have needed some of your ministrations after his exertions on the dance floor.

You make a very good point in your last sentence.

The very people running around trying to reduce workers entitlements have just been revealed by the Cheeky one to be indulging in their own long list of un-entitlements, and guess who is footing the bill?

The soon to be more easily sacked, less deservingly paid, us.

Has the world gone mad or is it just my over-active imagination.