Ring meeting
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king_pellinorJust back from the three hundred and somethingth meeting of the Morris Ring in Tonbridge. I'd recount the main events, but I'm afraid they seem to have slipped my mind :-D
Actually, it was pretty much a good solid Ring Meeting, remarkable only for that. Lots of beer, a reasonable amount of dancing, good weather, lots of singing, lots of cheese. Display dances went well, no major injuries, hangovers stayed at a manageably low level. Overall, a very good weekend.
Ooh, I remember the best bit. I met Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells! The man himself. In the flesh :-D We were waiting for dinner on Friday night, it being a bit delayed due to the caterer's van breaking down (or something like that), and I'd just started singing Fathom the Bowl. I was literally two lines into the song, the bit about there being a clear crystal fountain rolling over England, when an old bloke came up and demanded that I tell him who was in charge. I broke off the song, leaving the chorus to everyone else, and told him that I didn't know. He then said that if I didn't tell him who was in charge he'd call the police, so I put my best polite-and-not-at-all-drunk voice on and asked what the problem was. It turned out that he owned the neighbouring road (or claimed to), and the tents on the lawn were too close to the houses. It wasn't that there was any noise, or that his garden was being overlooked, or people were trampling his dahlias, it was that people might make some noise later on. So he insisted that the tents be moved, or the police would be called. I managed to palm him off one someone who took him to find one of the hosts, though that took some doing as he was adamant that I must be in charge - presumably on the grounds that I was the first person he'd spoken to. I think in the end people did move some tents for about 20 yards to keep him happy, but I've no idea what he would have said to the police if he'd called them. All very strange :-D
Actually, it was pretty much a good solid Ring Meeting, remarkable only for that. Lots of beer, a reasonable amount of dancing, good weather, lots of singing, lots of cheese. Display dances went well, no major injuries, hangovers stayed at a manageably low level. Overall, a very good weekend.
Ooh, I remember the best bit. I met Disgusted of Tunbridge Wells! The man himself. In the flesh :-D We were waiting for dinner on Friday night, it being a bit delayed due to the caterer's van breaking down (or something like that), and I'd just started singing Fathom the Bowl. I was literally two lines into the song, the bit about there being a clear crystal fountain rolling over England, when an old bloke came up and demanded that I tell him who was in charge. I broke off the song, leaving the chorus to everyone else, and told him that I didn't know. He then said that if I didn't tell him who was in charge he'd call the police, so I put my best polite-and-not-at-all-drunk voice on and asked what the problem was. It turned out that he owned the neighbouring road (or claimed to), and the tents on the lawn were too close to the houses. It wasn't that there was any noise, or that his garden was being overlooked, or people were trampling his dahlias, it was that people might make some noise later on. So he insisted that the tents be moved, or the police would be called. I managed to palm him off one someone who took him to find one of the hosts, though that took some doing as he was adamant that I must be in charge - presumably on the grounds that I was the first person he'd spoken to. I think in the end people did move some tents for about 20 yards to keep him happy, but I've no idea what he would have said to the police if he'd called them. All very strange :-D
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Date: 2007-09-03 08:23 pm (UTC)