There’s not much more to this than blatant self-promotion – the other week our morris dancing team (that would be The Westminster Morris Men, in case this wasn’t yet abundantly clear) was filmed as part of an ITV News piece
Life once again has meaning. In suit form.
Another absolutely excellent weekend judders past and highlights how much fun it’s possible to have if you really put your mind to it. Friday night I went to The Bloomsbury Theatre to see a standup gig from Al Madrigal and
This whole “hankywaving” malarkey – what’s all that about?
Recently somebody asked me how I got into morris dancing. Well, I recognise a decent opportunity for a blog post when I see one…
Keeping busy
Hmm, been doing a bit much waving around of opinions & reminiscing, and not enough recounting of what in the Dickens I’ve been up to lately, so here’s a roundup (in reverse chronological order). 29th : Night of 400 Billion
Hankywaving and kickarse swamp rock
What a weekend! This year saw the 75th anniversary of The Morris Ring, celebrated at the Thaxted Ring Meeting (I know, the what?!), and once again the Westminster Morris Men were honoured to participate. What this translates into for our
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Spare time – you wot?
Anyone looking at maximising their relaxation time and restorative sleep benefits would be well advised not to volunteer to arrange a day of morris dancing for 170 blokes from around the country for the centre of London. It certainly cuts
Ooooh!
Mitch & Rupert have started a folky session! That’s a bit of a treat.
Brief, but spectacular
As it’s the last day that our dear friend Connie is running The Coach & Horses in Longborough, the lads & I thought we might scoot up the A44 and give her a farewell dance or two. Thanks for all
No… Sleep… TIL BEDTIME!
Would you believe that our morris dancing team was asked if we were available this weekend to appear in a rap video? Good lord, even typing it makes me feel 50 years old…
Rumours of our demise have been widely reported and reasonably exaggerated
Judging by the legs that this story gained, I suspect you’d have had to have been living under a rock in the first week of January not to have heard the story (given that it appears in nearly every news