Hard luck, ladies! Not quite naked. I was preparing for a big event tomorrow and felt a sudden attack of silliness coming on. This one is a set-up obviously but seriously, I do this more often than is healthy, the DJing in my jocks alone in my living room thing, that is (is there a healthy limit???). Sometimes I’m out of bed, still in my smalls, making toast and wiping the sleep from my eyes. And I think….hmm…what if I just….Next thing I know I’m whipping up a house and techno frenzy like it’s NYE on the Millennium. Oh, and any ‘hit the gym not the decks, fatty!’ remarks are quite superfluous, thank you!