My father is very straightlaced. Wears a suit, doesn't laugh when tickled, thinks clowns are boring, doesn't scream on rollercoasters. Once, the family got ice cream--I remember he got pistachio--and I swear to you he licked the cone and completely deadpan said "Yum. This is delicious." No smile!

So imagine my surprise when we're in the living room one night and Solsbury Hill comes on. He starts nodding his head. Then a butt wiggle. Soon he's up on his feet dancing! Mind blown! My dad rules.