by Zolton in Video on Saturday 26 March 2011

I can’t dance when Royksopp is thumping out of my stereo. I can’t dance when my feet are burning on hot Bondi cement. I can’t dance at the best of times, let alone the worst of times. So I am in awe of this girl, who can not only dance, but do it with a small hat delicately perched on her head.