Saturday, January 7, 2012
Dance, my pretties!
Right there, without warning - Morris dancers! Without their bells, they were impossible to detect as they made their way through the trees, but the moment the piano accordion music started up, their true nature was revealed and the prancing began. They were lithe, they were serious. They were Morris dancing and 'clearing the air', they said, of any unwelcome presence. Curiously enough, the tent beside us was quickly packed up by its 'shouldn'a'ha'bin there there' occupants and all three (tent and two girls) disappeared, never to be seen again. 'Nuff said.
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Bah! Pretenders..
Morris dancing should only be accompanied by a BUTTON accordion.
A Facebook quote from a Dunedin friend:
"Amazing what the warm weather brings out: at the moment there is a plague of Morris Dancers in Dunedin."
They're on tour, I was told, and Dunedin was next on their list of places to be. I'd like to have seen that plague. I talked with one sprightly bloke about his involvement in the dancing and he was very enthusiastic, quickly listing the benefits and encouraging me to give it a try. I'd left my bells at home though :-)
For me, Morris dancers are inextricably linked with lepers. Must be the bells.
Lepers, JoeW?
Leepers, surely :-)
Morris dancers, as with lepers, can safely be hugged and kissed without contracting their disease, so be easy, Joe and embrace your fears.
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