So last night A and I were reminiscing about the time he threw me around the room (we called it 'dancing') at an otherwise rather dull party. Thanks to a good amount of wine drinking then, as well as last night, we were congratulating ourselves on our excellent moves, and thinking that we should perhaps hone our skills further at some dance classes.
London is being taken over by jive, it seems. I had a fabulously fun evening down in Catford (is this possible) a few months back, courtesy of the Rivoli ballroom*. It really is spectacular: a beautifully preserved dance hall with velvet trimmings, a proper sprung floor and an american diner-style bar. And a very fun way of spending the evening - starting with a class (good chance to check out the talent, naturellement) and continuing with being whirled around the room by various men. Am sure it's altogether a less stressful experience as a woman, as the men are very much in charge, although i confess i struggled a little with the whole letting go thing for a while before deciding it was really rather a relief.
Anyway. More please. This site has a useful list of dance classes by day; the Pineapple Studios one on a Wednesday looks most convenient - £10, call 01895 613 703 or check out their website. Incidentally, my male friend M can dance like a demon and he has never had so many interested women in his life. So boys, get your dancing shoes on.
* I note with some trepidation that the Rivoli has just been put up for sale. Watch this space.
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