A man stood next to me last night in the midsts of a dance - we were in truth using the hand basins in the lavatories at a London dance venue. I shall call him Dave. "How long have you been dancing?" "6 years I think" I replied "Me too, great innit" "Yes, I..." He interrupts "Saved my life, was gonna top myself, this stopped me, turned me round" I turn to face him, he continued "Was ready to put a gun in mouth, really down" "Remarkable" I said "Dancin' saved my life" He carried on..I listened intently as this complete stranger told me the bare bones of his story. I told him mine, an inadequate quid pro quo but his point resonants not with mine but with a sentiment I hold dear that there's something about music and moving to that music which short circuits the minds of troubled people. It is a direct attack on the brain's neurochemistry in which so many people find relief...