More leaping about

Saturday night at pub exceeded expectations, singer Vicki pulled in an Enormous Crowd, the place was heaving. I bravely (some may say foolishly) decided to wear 3" heels, which can be quite inhibiting if one is required to Leap About in manner of elderly gazelle. I was standing tapping my foot to the music when a guy I vaguely know, name of Bjorn, came up and announced he had seen me dance before, and would I care to tread a measure with him? He then escorted me to the Very Front where Vicki was belting out a rock number, and proceeded to twirl me round in a very energetic and innovative jive. He had all the moves, although he kept trying to spin me round with what seemed to be the wrong arm. I asked him if he was left-handed. No, he replied, I am Norwiegan (cannot spell this word). Anyway he comes from Norway. I did my best to keep up with his Scandinavian joie de vivre, but was horribly worried he might send me spinning like a top out of the door and half-way across the car-park. Finally it was over to my (and his) great relief. Spent rest of evening skulking behind clumps of people in case he decided to pounce again.