I have a thing about disco balls. I love the sparkly reflections made by the light, I love sparkle full stop really. It’s basically magic as far as I’m concerned. I never really grew out of my childhood love for anything that glitters. Perhaps because I was rarely allowed such frivolous items as a child. Coming from a background where quality was valued over aesthetics (“you’re not having that, it’s tatt” was a classic response to 7 year old me begging for some useless but sparkly piece of plastic which I would no doubt tire of in 20 minutes). I am glad I have these values as an adult but I am equally glad I retained that little buzz I get from looking at the shiny thing!