I enjoyed it. It could be addictive, I can see how the inner dance-geek wants to learn all that control and communicative lead and follow.

And as a night out it was good. I met some nice people in the beginners class, and then I ran away. I was going to go sit in the downstairs room where there were enough confident dancers to make a social scene. And a bar and good lighting. I changed back into my huge white sticky trainers first so I would have a good reason to decline invitations to dance. But even then I bailed out and ran away from the room once I’d ventured inside. It all seemed rather too intense and I didn’t want to be there.

Part of it is fear, of course. I heard that one of the other beginners was asked to dance on his first night, I didn’t fancy that because it was clear to me already that if I had to wing it for a whole dance, I’d end up swinging it instead and that, for some reason, seemed more embarrassing to me, than just being crap. So I just didnt stay.