During my second swing dance lesson in Cambridge, the instructors had us switch our usual roles so that leads (usually boys) would learn how to follow, and follows (usually girls) would learn how to lead. I regularly dance both roles so this wasn’t tricky for me (I have the opposite problem in that I sometimes forget if I’m dancing as a girl or a boy).

Of course, the teachers started us off with basic six beat and hand-to-hand charleston. Everyone picked up quickly.

‘We’re so proud of you all!’ the teachers said. ‘That normally takes at least twenty minutes. Do you want something harder? We can make it harder for you. Okay, let’s make it harder.’

‘Yes!’ said one of my classmates loudly. ‘Let’s do it…’ He lowered his voice. ‘…in a ring of fire!’