ARTS & WEEKEND The house music thumping through Dance Studio 1 is so loud that thankfully no one can hear the creaking of my tired old trainers. If they could, I'd stick out like even moreof a sore thumb than Ialready do.
It's morning aerobics at Peckham Pulse, a big new health club in south-east London. In front of me, a dozen women in T-shirts, tracksuit bottoms and Lycra are stepping, lunging and grooving to the music, all in time to instructions yelled out by Meryem Ozekman.
