On Friday night as soon as I left work, I got straight to work on my real job these days, which is finding the true man whose name starts w a "J", the valentine of the Lady of the Box. Lots of options so far, but none hit the right note.

I shot out the office and headed north towards Madison Square Park, looking for some inspiration, a clue, a sign, anything.

All of a sudden on Broadway and 23rd Street on the corner of the park, I stumbled upon a small crowd of jolly but shivering dancers, who were doing the cha cha and swing dancing in the street, despite the freezing temperatures.

One of the dancers looked a little sad as he had a disco ball chained to his foot and was tied to his deck chair instead of dancing with all friends. It was late in the day for any sun so what was he doing, and why so glum?

"Sir"I asked, "what is your name and does it begin with the letter "J" by any chance? Why the disco ball footwear?"

"I am known as Mercury John, but I am not the one you seek, although both your lady and I share much in common, neither of us are free, she stuck inside her VERY SEXY box and I unable to dance because it is illegal for more than three people to dance in an unlicensed NewYork City venue, and licenses are almost always unattainable. I want to be free to dance so I joined Metropolis in Motion and tonight my fellow protestors will dance 24 hours straight, whilst I remain imprisoned to my deck chair, till somebody listens and changes this ridiculous law. Sob, sob, I just wanna dance the cha cha."

"Wow, this is terribly sad, I can see why you are upset. Is there anything the Scottish Princess can do to help? Bye the way, your nose is running, do you want to sniffle in one of my freshly laudered royal handkerchiefs?"

(I was secretly quite happy to find another honorable task as this "J" searching is wearing rather thin now. )

"YES, YES," he cried, "DANCE, DANCE, DANCE all night long. Show this city, dancing is not a crime."