Not to be outdone by his sister on the dancefloor, James was drawn to the ballet bar at a dance studio we went to on Wednesday. Good toes, naughty toes and all that.
The real reason we were there was for a beat box workshop that Brigitte's kids were at on their trip to Norwich. So here you go, this is how you do it, BOOT CAT BOOT CAT TIKKA TIKKA BOOT CAT BOOT CAT. But faster than a bullet train and without spitting all over the microphone please, homies.
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