Something strange has happened to me in recent years. It's absurd I know but the older I get the more self-conscious and inhibited I seem to become. It should be the other way around surely? I shouldn't give a damn at my age. I remember a time when I would shake my thing at parties with joyous abandon. These days I find myself too embarrassed, too concerned about making a fool of myself, to really enjoy a good boogie. Now, instead of joining in, I am more likely to hide behind my camera, photographing those people who I would secretly most like to emulate - those blissfully unselfconscious (and yes, alright, often very drunk) extroverts who know how to really lose themselves on the dance floor without giving a rat's arse what they look like. Here are a few of them.
