Morris dancing is not cool, lets not pretend it is.
But why is it so uncool? Unlike traditional Irish Dancing, which involves pretending your arms are nailed to your sides while making your legs flail around like you have ferrets in your trousers, Morris Dancing hasn't had a RiverDance moment at Eurovision.
It needs a plucky chap like Michael Flatley to prance about in trousers that are too tight and set housewive's hearts a flutter with his thrusting sweaty groin.
This would be good as Morris Dancing is special, it reminds me of summer fetes with cake stalls and sack races. Pretending that local cider is nice, and that the floaty bits are a welcome addition, and after more than a few pints of cider looking around you and thinking that it might be an awfully good idea to sneak off to the hay barn with Tilly who you fancied when you were 11.
So come on, Eurovision and Michael Flatley you are our only hope.
1 comment:
At least you were original enough not to say it was a fertility rite and that it was to be avoided along with incest. But I'm sure there was a Morris show last year.....
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