Sunday, June 13

suicide squares... northern general...

well the ceilidh was great fun, as always. there were sufficient songs for bea to have sevral dances, even at 35 weeks. and then there were the ones that weren't...
first on involving stags challenging each other then chasing does around the hall amidst the odd twirl.
then we had the above mentioned dance that was like a ceilidh version of british bulldog, and has to be seen to be believed! everyone form a massive circle round the room, then pushes out to make a square. the opposite edges then grab their partners and charge across the middle towards those coming from the other side of the room, narrowly missing (often only just) the oncoming rush. the other sides do the same, often starting whilst the first edges are just finishing their run so as to stay in time with the music. couples then do a bit of kicking/ hopping, before joining back up into circles with the blokes going round one way, girls the other, stopping at a certain point in the music to have found another random partner and it all starts off again.
and someone also had to be taken off to the above hospital to get her foot looked at after it got a bit trampled on at some point.

anyway.
as always a brilliant evening was had by all.

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