Went to a 50th party on Saturday night. Why is there always one middle-aged show-off who (believing himself to have the dance skills of, say, James Jordan), starts throwing his wife around the dancefloor ceroc-style. Usually he has no idea what he is doing, and said woman is a bit pissed and only staying up from the momentum of his flinging! I was trying to throw my own shapes and kept getting bumped into and toes trodden on. I stomped off in the end in a sulk.