There are still the good old disco fox. I could not believe it, when I left this Saturday in Vienna and in the bat not only swaying older ladies in the disco fox saw swaying back and forth, but a man with two women at the same time highly professional excelled in discofox and in an ease, that it was no matter, that the three looked so, than they would from a country nightclub (you excuse me my prejudiced thinking) have been directly without gebäumt here. As the taxi dancer from the Eden Bar can not keep up!

A Gockelfox then the bald muscleman laid, of the rib T-shirt and jeans danced so, as if he had the “Proteins” other “Hartmachern” confused, so stiff was the upper body, However, slightly leaning (as a Gockel) had the legs no option than once to the right and left to scratch.

Motivated I was then at Sempre, Sempre thrown in the last bars of my dance partner and tries to bring out old memories. A wonderful feeling. All discofox!