Maureen Lipman, columnist of The Guardian, wrote an interesting column on her first tango experience:

 

"On a floor more densely packed than my sardines, there were dedicated dancers of all shapes, sizes, abilities and ages. It seems that tango talent increases with age, like stilton."

 

"There were men in their 70s with shirts straining across their paunches hovering darkly over drop-deadpan gorgeous girls, often of oriental extraction, in slashed skirts, their gleaming heads glued to their partners'; mere appendages to their men. The males are in total control and the dance likes it that way."

 

"Yeah," said her daughter. "I've lost my babysitter to a Latin beat." (tango)

 

Read the full article I love tango - as long as I'm only watching it. So how on earth did I find myself being led on to a packed dancefloor?