Salsa classes in Finchley

Good grief, don't ask howI managed to go along to a Salsa class in the Old Army Barracks of the Village of Finch - but I did. A sense of humour is a required skill nowadays.

So I twirled across the thread bare carpet in the sweaty and unsteady hands of Mr Toothless Wonder and then into the armpits of Mr Desperately Needing A new Deodorant.

I was lucky I got two turns.

Tomorrow I'm off to learn how to Ballroom dance - now that's a skill I require for every day combat.

Watch out Anton du Bek.