THERESA May’s inability to dance this week in the great ballroom that is the African continent explains exactly why Britain is in a state of confusion. It sums up why we can’t come up with a Brexit plan, and indeed demonstrates her the bad timing she showed when she missed the first Brexit deadline.

Her truly bad dancing indicates why we’re facing an existentialist crisis when it comes to our role as the banking partner of illegitimate foreign money. And when she attempted to get down with the kids in Kenya, all the indications were this is a lady who would struggle with a simple Morris dance.

Now, you may think it’s perfectly fine for a politician to have two left feet and no sense of rhythm whatsoever. But it’s not.

What the inability to display a few moves reveals however is a woman out of step with the world, not at all comfortable in her own ridiculously expensive (dancing) Louboutin shoes, who can’t judge the rhythm of the moment.

As a result, her tentative footsteps were redolent of her hopelessness in dealing with Cabinet hardliners, showing she can’t lead. And the African dance disasters revealed perhaps one of her biggest faults of all, a full-blown attempt to copy the moves of David Cameron.

The task of PM is to be a leader and a unifying force. To be able to dance you need to be sure of your next move, to factor in a beat or a key change, you need to sense where your partner is likely to go at any given time.

You can’t salsa, tango or foxtrot if you cannot connect with people. If you’re dancing to the tune that’s playing only in your head you’re lost.

Mrs May revealed during Grenfell she was absent of body and empathy. As she revealed during the European missions, her “Brexit means Brexit” had all the coherence of a 16-year-old girl who’d necked three Carlsberg super lagers before her school dance.

Her attempts to birl Michel Barnier around the floor of negotiation saw her stand continually on his toes. And her dainty minuet with David Davis never made it to the end of the night.

Her slow waltz with Angela Merkel, as we have seen, revealed the desperation of someone trying to grab a lumber at the end of the night in a tacky city centre night club.

And of course the PM’s Cabinet shuffle resulted in a lot of huffy, sour faces left sitting waiting to be picked, eventually taking the last bus home alone.

Mrs May is clearly a woman out of step and out of time. She’s a throwback to the Fifties in terms of her stiffness and lack of sway. She’s a moderate with little personality, essentially not a woman of the moment.

The Windrush scandal for example, revealed the former Home Secretary would never make it on to Strictly. She simply doesn’t get people.

And her attempts at dancing a moonie with Donald Trump allowed him, in political terms, to cop a feel and move on. Her stint at barn dancing with Arlene Foster has been equally tragic.

Yes, you could argue that Churchill or Wilson couldn’t dance either, but that was in a very different time, a Locarno era when politics had more integrity and politeness.

Yes, not everyone can ballet or even tango. Not everyone can pirouette or perform grand jetes. But if you can’t dance even the basics you can’t express yourself, never mind run a country.

Dr Peter Lovatt, head of the Dance Psychology Laboratory at the University of Hertfordshire, reinforces the power of dance to the mind.

“We know that when people engage in improvised kinds of dance it helps them with divergent thinking – where there’s multiple answers to a problem. And when they engage in very structured dance it helps their convergent thinking – trying to find the single answer to a problem.”

Axiomatically, if you can’t take to the floor and throw a few shapes, then you're unlikely to take your thoughts in a different direction.

And if you can’t slosh or do the Gay Gordons, then it suggests you’re perhaps not a person to hit the world on the head with an inspirational thought.

Now, you can’t imagine Jeremy Corbyn dancing either. Certainly not the Horah. And Nicola Sturgeon? Don’t really see a jive from the FM. Dominic Raab? (He has a black belt in karate which suggests he knows choreography but the jury is out yet on whether

he can hear the beat of public drum.)

But bet you any money Ruth Davidson can rumba with the best of them.