Tuesday 1 March 2011

For all you who go to ceilidhs, call at ceilidhs or simply listened to Marillion's 'Kayleigh' when you were an angst-ridden adolescent ...

Here are some helpful hints for blokes at ceilidhs (originally published in Foghorn, you can get your very own, totally advert-free edition by contacting person or persons unknown at: foghorn@procartoonists.org) (guaranteed no adverts) (apart from silly ones).

Anyway, back to the helpful hints:

A ceilidh (pronounced kay-lee, not see-lid) is probably your only opportunity of practising the folk dance of these isles without getting into dubious practices involving virgins, May Day mornings and white cockerels, so go for it!

You might wind up at one of these having seen it advertised as a barn dance, but you must resist the temptation to dress up in a cowboy hat. Especially if you’re not wearing anything else; people will only laugh at you. Pay special attention to footwear, too. Socks with sandals would be a safe bet; flip flops and/or stiletto heels are a no-no.

You will arrive at a hall or scout hut, with a stage containing a ‘band’ and a ‘caller’. If the band are proper folkies, they will somehow contrive to be both hairy AND balding, and should sport impressive beer guts - putting you in mind of those mythical characters whose belts could encircle the globe. The caller is there to tell you what to do, dictate every move of the dance, how many people you should dance with and all that stuff. Little Hitlers of this kind can be safely ignored. Most of your fellow dancers will.

Firstly, have a beer. If you’re taking this folky stuff seriously, have another. You’ll normally be doing this stuff with a partner. If you haven’t brought your own, just nick someone else’s. Then you’ll be a couple. You could be a first couple or a second couple, or a third couple or fourth couple. Or a head couple or a side couple. Or a top couple or a bottom couple. Or you could be in a line of 40 couples featuring only first and second couples. Confused? Better have another beer.

Then you’ll find that you’re expected to dance with other couples. The ‘man’ from the other couple may turn out to be a 17-year old girl wearing a tartan miniskirt, a string vest and a pair of wellingtons. Just get over it, right? (A beer will help). You’ll find that some dances require you to do specific steps – the one that goes ‘Shuffle-shuffle-shuffle’ is a waltz step, for example, or there’s a hop-step. This one goes hop-step-hop-step, or alternatively step-hop-step-hop. Whichever step you’re doing – look around and you will see approximately 14 variations on it, so see if you can add your own. Don’t take any notice of the music, which is only there to boss you about. And have a beer.

Then, when you’ve been through the ordeal once, you’ll have to do it all over again with a different bunch of people, just when you had sort of got the hang of it with the last lot. Best have another beer – it’s only being sociable. You may need to listen to other instructions, but even if the caller gives the order: ‘Swing!’ remember not to attempt to mate with anyone else on the dance floor.

All this beer will greatly help your confidence, co-ordination and control. As you become more adept at the contact sport that is the ceilidh, you may wish to sound knowledgeable. This can be achieved by sitting in a corner, grinning beatifically at all around and muttering things like ‘longways set’, ‘strip the willow’ and ‘six hand reel’ under your breath; at this stage, there’s no need to attempt to do any more of this dancing which is only likely to ruin your hair do. You may have found that your fellow dancers have been tutting at you and rolling their eyes, so – next time, book a course of ten salsa lessons. That’ll show them!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi,
I recognise "shuffle, shuffle, shuffle". It seems to work. But I'm not a little hitler! Wouldn't work so often if I was, surely?

But, thank you.
I will have a beer, a mexican beer,
Ray, a man who buys me beer,
Me, a man I buy beer for,
Far, a long way to the bar,
So, I think I'll have a beer,
Tea, no thanks, I'll have a beer,
La, lalalalalalaaaaaaaaa

Which brings us back to DOH!

the first of my standard 17 pints tonight.

All the best in Puflet's new home!

Will

Cathy said...

Ta!

But surely you must have noticed all those beered-up male gentlemen (of the opposite sex) totally ignoring your instructions? Pure insubordination, I call it!

Leonard Gubbins said...

I don't like the colour scheme.

Cathy said...

That's strange, Leonard, since I copied it from the colour scheme in your utility room. I agree it's not quite the same since I omitted the puce & taupe wall hangings.