Dancing While On Fire

This is the story of how I found myself dancing naked and on fire in the kitchen of the house of our friends The Robertsons, in Edinburgh, in 1992. It takes the form of a reading from one of my diaries, and was filmed by my daughter Jo, who can be heard giggling in the background at some points.

This is the story of how I found myself dancing naked and on fire in the kitchen of the house of our friends The Robertsons, in Edinburgh, in 1992. It takes the form of a reading from one of my diaries, and was filmed by my daughter Jo, who can be heard giggling in the background at some points.

Posted by Johnny Black on Thursday, 24 January 2019

 

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