Just call me Holmes...

I think I have cracked it. I, yes me, have cracked the Gangnam Style mystery.

This middle aged man, who would not be able to tell you the difference between Taylor Swift and Taylor Lautner, has been booty popping his way into the hearts of a national audience for sometime now and not one security guard has questioned his pass, nor shown him the door. Gangnam Style is contagious, it is a mystery bug that has plagued it's way onto our tele screens, into our speakers and into our minds. We sing it on the bus, we mime it on our desk chairs, we use it as a reasonable answer for life's great problems: Why did Kylie and Jason not last the test of time? Gagnam Style, What is for breakfast? Gangnam Style, How did Heather Mills loose her left leg? Gagnam Style.  Like most global phenomenons we can indeed blame social media. Never has the 'share this' button been hit with such intensity and reluctance at the same time.

Celebrities have taken to it, grandmothers have taken to it, Royal Family members have taken to it, the West Indies team made it their victory dance at the T20 World Cup! But, why?

For starters, we can blame our incessant need to be kept up to date at all times. We want to be cultured, it makes us look smarter and more interesting, which in a mere coincidental fashion makes us more attractive to the opposite sex.

We also like to wind down and, what is better than pretending to ride a horse in a damn right dangerous manner down the street to our local watering hole. We look cool, we look cultured and we like it.

But, what do we like more than a Cheeky Vimto fuelled flash mob? We like unity. As the JK Rowling once said; 'We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided' - which begs the question, where the heck where the troublesome trio's parents when they planned to take on the dark arts and any other no-nosed naughties?

We, as a community, as a nation, like conventions. We like to be involved. We like to be as one.

When bunting was 'in', we hung it from ear to ear and window to window. When drinking green tea was deemed cool and edgy, we drank gallons and claimed it did not taste of pond water but, calm and tranquillity. When it was considered "classy' to have a Chihuahua we tried shrinking our Labradors in the dryer - IT'S A JOKE, I DO NOT CONDONE THE SHRINKING OF LABRADORS, NOR OTHER HOUSE TRAINED/ OTHERWISE PETS, IN HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCES.

Now we have Gangnam style, when we perform the cheeky dance we feel as one. We are all in the same kooky gang. It is an epidemic. Gangnam Style has lasted four months and I predict at least another two until, like Furby's, it just isn't cool anymore.