I am being spun around, and around, and around, and around by a lovely chap called Patrick. “If you start to feel dizzy, just say,” he laughs. It’s a little late for that. I’m at my first Ceroc class ...

On a dreary weekday evening, 40 people lined up on the dance floor of Joe’s Sports Bar, a cavernous multi-roomed barn on a snowy back street off the Clybourn Avenue corridor. Each put an arm on a ...