My dance partner deserted me last night. In advance, I mean. A premeditated preplanned desertion. But still. A desertion.

I stepped along to the dance class with vague apprehension.

But as it turned out, a prize total of six women had been abandoned by their respective partners so we prowled in a pack around the studio. Safety in spinster numbers.

The Playboy Bunny roadshow must be in town.