Yes Sir, I can boogie… and I don’t care if I’m uncool!

DANCING used to be fun. A harmless, careless pleasure. Now, due to everyone snapping away on their smartphones, it’s likely to lead to pillory and censure if you are in any position of authority or, heaven forbid, are over 50. Finland’s prime minister, Sanna Marin, photographed dancing extravagantly at

her Helsinki summer residence after a music festival, is the latest to fall foul of the dance trap.

It’s not her age, 36, but her senior political position that’s at issue. Can you be a country’s leader and enjoy a crazed boogie with friends? Of course you can. Dance, dance wherever you may be… Ms Marin was just enjoying herself, as was Michael Gove, who was much mocked a year ago when he was photographed throwing some shapes at an Aberdeen club. Boris Johnson, too, was snapped, by some presumably now unpopular guest, at his recent wedding celebration, stomping around the dance floor like a baby elephant in a white suit, while wife Carrie towered over him, twirling in a silver minidress. The video went viral in seconds.

Hands up who would be thrilled to have their dancing filmed and shared across the internet?

Certainly not I. I love to dance but have no illusions about my skills. So what? Dancing is about doing your own thing and not having to compete for coolness.

That is unless you’re of a certain age when, whatever you do, you’re likely to be branded with the lethal label of dad or mom dancing and met with mirth, if not pity.

Is everyone past the intern stage meant to retire from the dance floor and watch from the sidelines like matchmaking Bridgerton duchesses? No! Ban ageism from

the dance floor, say I.