Drinking with my girlfriends on a Saturday night

Are you
(a) bored of the Olympics
(b) not bored of me banging on about rapper[*]
(c) conveniently near London in a fortnight's time?

If so, I commend to you The Rapperlympics, this year's incarnation of the Dancing England Rapper Tournament.

If you are interested, you have two options: paying lots of money for a ticket which entitles you to all manner of things, or paying no money at all and sitting in a Soho pub of your choice waiting for dance teams to show up and perform for you. Formal timetable for ticketed events is here, list of pubs in which you can sit and watch the fun for nowt is here.

If you're interested in seeing/avoiding seeing me dancing, I shall be in the Olympic class.

[*] Actually, I've done remarkably little banging on about it recently. For anyone who's forgotten or never known: rapper is a form of folk dancing from the north east of England. To do it you need five people, a bunch of flexible metal "swords" called rappers and very little sense of self-preservation or dignity. See my posts tagged rapper or dert for more waffly detail than you could ever possibly want.

I've seen those English dramas too

And while we're on the subject of DERT... I don't think I posted much about last year's rapper competition (which we organised), because I was too busy, er, organising it.

However, someone got in touch with us just before the competition, and asked if she could come and make a short documentary about it. The trailer for the film she made is now up on Facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10150604256509332

(You don't need to be signed in to Facebook to see it)

Testing, testing...

FAO sammason, everyone else please ignore...

Suppose I were to pose this question to you:

Have you ever tickled an ocelot?

If you click on the button, does it do what you're wanting?