Hi Colin and John,

Had a giggle at the reference to "Strip the willow" and "Dashing white sergeant"

After a short stint in Wales, came back in 1965 on the 'Windsor Castle' on route to Zambia and although only 15, was allowed to the 'Captains Ball'.

At the time, could only rock n' roll/do the bosonova/ limbo etc - and remembering feeling like a fish out of water when asked to dance by an officer - I decided that, come what may - I'd learn - every dance step I could.

When I got to boarding school in Salisbury in 1966 - I eagerly enrolled in ALL the dancing classes available.

Sadly todate, have not used the dancing kills taught to me - Maybe we should meet John and trip the light fantatic!!!