Opinion: I still love to line-dance even if my body won't toe the line
I recently got to reprise one of the most enjoyable things I have ever done - teaching line-dancing.
It came about when a friend, who had just turned 50, said she had promised herself to mark the event by getting fit. I said the fittest I had ever been was when I was teaching line-dancing, as the craze swept the country 20 years ago.
I loved line-dancing from the first moment. As for the teaching, I got involved through an aerobics teacher pal who was asked to teach a class and, as she was already busy, put my name forward instead.
I ended up teaching 13 hours a week, sometimes more. I was also writing full-time.
Monday and Friday, it was two sets of two hours, Tuesday three hours and Wednesday two hours, across West Limerick, in halls, VECs and pubs.
I had to take Thursday night off to keep, literally, one step ahead of my own classes by doing a class myself. Nowadays you could just Google it but the word hadn't even been invented at the time and wasn't added to the Oxford English Dictionary for another decade.
Our nearest venue was the River Room Motel in Newcastle West. The classes were taught by what was trumpeted as the country's leading line-dancing troupe, straight from Break for the Border, Step In Line - which included an aspiring actor named Colin Farrell.
I don't know if I'm being fanciful but I believe I can actually remember him, strutting his stuff in his black Stetson, jeans and sleeveless denim shirt with the top couple of buttons unopened. Oh, the excitement.