I’d planned to watch the city’s 7th annual dance parade today, but somehow my Saturday boozing got a little out of hand. Thankfully, said boozing was taking place just a stone’s throw away from Tompkins Square Park, where the dancers congregated after taking to the streets. It meant that I did even better than just watching them pass by – I got to join them.

I stumbled across the street to the park, where a fantastic salsa band had been set up on a basketball court. Once there, I admired glitzy outfits, some very hot moves – and I did some tusch shaking of my own.

I was there alone, and there’s something so liberating about dancing on your own in a sea of strangers. Although I’m sure the five ciders I’d consumed went some way to help that…