After a long without any attempts to keep me in shape, I decided to treat me to some physical activity (except going to buy beer that is). So I dug out an old pair of trainers and went to a Locking class. Yes, Locking (Campbellocking to be anal), the ancient art of throwing your limps around to funky music. After I managed to crawl back home again, I tried to find some lockable music in my box, and that's what I decided upon.
Try it yourself, watch this first, and than boogie in your living room to Jimmy's choon.
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