We’ve threatened to do this a for a few weeks now, and finally we’ve done it. We’ve been out to dancin’ lessons! More specifically, we’ve been to a Ceroc lesson. Now, as many of you know, I can shake me hips, and fling me arms around, but I end up looking like a jelly fish on the boil. I’ve seen people doing this stuff on and off for years now, and had the greeneyed god of envy on my shoulder as I watched them jiving across the dance floor. My version of the mash potato didn’t have a chance. Click here for a bit of video.

Anyway, we turned up far to early, so went for a drink (non-alcoholic!) before signing up. There were no forms to sign that said “if you do this and maim or kill yourself then it’s your own stupid fault”, so how hard can it be? I’ll tell you. I was terrified! The first move looked like an entire dance to me, and we had four to learn in 45 minutes! Anyway, I told each woman as she turned up that this was my first night, so please be gentle with me. Unfortunately I went wrong with one of them, I hadn’t realised that she’d turned too much so instead of putting my hand on her hip I ended up putting it in such a place that I think we are married now (between the hips). Anyway, she gave a little surprised yelp and I apologised profusely! I don’t want to be seen as a dirty old man on the first session! (Yes, yes, nor any other).

Well the moves went on, and I was told I was looking petrified by one woman – I told her there was a good reason for that. Well the good news is, I managed to work it out in the end. Cath had it easy and just had to be led – well she always was easily led, eh Julie? – so she found it very enjoyable.

We’ll be back next week because looking back we had a great time. In the mean time I’ll be looking at the free DVD and practising my steps all week like that woman from Strictly Ballroom!

Oh, and next time I’ll remember to smile.

Does anyone know the ogo-pogo?