I heard a distinct beat outside my door… then a tuneless (besura) voice went “Aoooooo… Yeah, don’t stop till you get enough… no no I’ve had enough. Yeahhhh, Aooooo, yeah, you’re bad, I’m bad, doesn’t matter if you’re black or white.. .aoooo, thriller yeah thriller!”

I opened the door, there stood a Michael Jackson lookalike — the spindly man held a pose, he had a hat on, tinsel on his jacket and a white glove on his left hand. He kept spinning on the spot, almost falling over each time, “Don’t stop till we’ve had enough”, the spindly man kept singing, breathlessly.
The man then tried a Moonwalk and promptly fell over.