I have never admitted this to anyone in the past decade or so, but I may as well come clean for the sake of a blog intro. Back in the 1970s, when I was just a wee jasper, I really liked slam dancing. When the Damned were playing over the speakers, there was nothing quite like bashing into some other fellas on the dance floor who also did not know any real moves. It satisfied some inner need to avoid the humiliation that I believed would ensue when a woman turned down my invitation to dance. Ahh, youth. Such fond memories!
If only the Streb Extreme Action Company existed back then. I could have bashed my body for art, and maybe been a better man for it. 30 years on, this still looks like fun.