Leroy Gomez, Get Up Boogie
Man, look at you – tired after crawling to work because of the tube strike, smelly because of the crawling, embarrassed because you were spotted on all fours. You’re a mess. Still, nothing a little sparkle from Leroy Gomez couldn’t sort out and rearrange – here he is telling us to pack all of our troubles into a beige filing cabinet, and just dance. Good for you, Leroy. Good for you.