Westminster Morris Men
Next Wednesday, the Westminster Morris Men will be dancing outside of the pub. This morning, I put up posters to let people know it's happening. My French chef clocked one as he went out for a tab break. "What eez zis, 'Morris Mens'?" Perhaps the description I gave wasn't very good. After I finished stumbling over my words, he looked at me wearing an expression of horror and confusion.
It's election day for the European Parliament. As a child of the early 80s whose earliest memories are of policemen scrapping with striking miners at the end of our street (you see, I am Northern really), I find it surreal that Arthur Scargill is on the ballot paper for London. What a blast from a miserable past.
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Seriously? Morris Men? Seriously?
Do you have to??
Not sure if this'll help, by way of explanation to your kitchen maestro:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hslLqt_QrvU
1984.........? Miserable......?? You're kidding!
I had a summer of fun running away from violent, London based, thugs in blue uniforms and not spending 7 hours a day, five days a week half a mile underneath Yorkshire.
(Didn't do any Morris dancing though!)
is Dom Jolly coming?
Doing this is as bad as - or probably worse than - all the fantasy role play imagery that surrounds Hobgoblin.
Why must we continue to associate real ale with this kind of sad-act, godawful nonsense?
I'm another blogger who writes about beer, and I've been known to morris dance, nothing wrong with it. If English people are embarrassed about traditional English pastimes I have no sympathy. Now I'm not saying you have to take it completely seriously all the time...
The MMs look a bit more merry than the grown-ups participating in traditional carnival in our town:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vj9lNlpGHvw&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=brNN5i4s6ds&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NadBqsqYVIg&feature=related
Are these the kind who bash each other with sticks?
If so, it could be a real crowd-puller.
I love Morris Men.They remind me of England and summer and pints of ale and women in cheese-cloth tops and all the good things which still make this country such a nice place despite the sodding politicians' efforts to ruin it.
Fuck the begrudgers Jeffrey.
I remember having some American friends over a few years back and showing them the 'Dead Horse Morris Dancers' at the Faversham Hop Festival.
They were stunned into silence at the sight of a beered up, sweaty, be-clogged, six foot something man with his face painted black, covered in ribbons and bells, hitting another equally huge sweaty drunk man with a stick.
They still mention it pretty much every time that I speak to them several years later!
I quite like a bit of Morris myself.
Any relation to Matchstick Men?
If you could bring together Arthur Scargill, Morris dancers, (male of course) and ale; well that would be truly fabulous! and a sight to behold.
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