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Mar. 7th, 2016 07:03 pm( DERT practice )
Errr, ooops. At various times I have said to people "I'll let you know if my team is dancing in your area". And, as I get up nicely and early to hop on a train to Peterborough, it occurs to me that some of those people are in Cambridge, and that that is quite close to Peterborough. And thus it would have been useful if I'd mentioned this somewhat before this morning[*].
So! I imagine this is far too late, but if anyone is wandering the fens wondering what to do with their Saturday, then I shall be dancing at the Havest Festivaltoday. I have absolutely no idea what it's going to be like, or how it's all going to work :-)
[*} I went to Whitby for the festival in late August, went to my parents' house, came back to London for three days, and went off on holiday with ChrisC for nearly a fortnight. I am thus massively disorganised. Even more so than usual.
So, yes. Last weekend was DERT, and I took myself of to Bristol to compete, drink beer and catch up with friends. Disappointingly, by the time I arrived at the main venue some other blighters had drunk all the beer, but I managed to do some catching up.
( The Competition )What with all the organising, planning and general cat-herdery of getting two rapper teams to Brussels (and back without mishap or arrest) last weekend, DERT has somewhat crept up on me this year. For those who haven't been listening to me bang on for years, DERT is the annual competition for the kind of sword dancing (rapper) that I do.
DERT 2015is in Bristol, and Mabel Gubbinsare back in their spiritual home of the Championship League.
We're a bit under-rehearsed. If last night is anything to go by, at least some of us will be a bit hungover. We are (it turns out) almost old enough to compete a veterans.
But never mind... Wish us luck!
Life isn't half getting in the way of this LJing lark. In summary, I have been to Belgium with Mabel Gubbins and North British Sword, and had a jolly nice time. As noted before, the Belgian public is extremely polite and will form an appreciative circle the moment you break out the swords and give notice that you are going to do A Thing.
Sorry, not swords, but "Morris dancing staves". This, after much thought, is what we call our sprung-steel weapons whenever we take them through security. The idea is to make them sound so fantastically boring that no one could possibly want to ask about them, for fear we might tell them.
Anyway, in easily digestible form:
( Opinions of Brussels )