I am not a demon-on-the-dancefloor. I shuffle about like a grandfather (without cardigan or slippers I might add) when dancing at wedding celebrations. My mother tried to encourage me to learn ballroom dancing, saying how wonderful it would feel to be gliding around the dancefloor with a pretty girl in my arms. But I must have bisinisterpody (a neologism meaning two left feet). I haven’t watched Strictly on TV in UK, because it didn’t interest me. However, last Saturday, I could see what all the fuss was about. It looked like a marvellous spectacle. And I am tempted to try it out with a willing partner who can dance in protective footwear. Paola Uribe, the lab specialist, on the other hand, attends dancing classes four days a week after work. She is even a qualified Aqua-Zumba instructor. Maybe there is hope for me yet.