After a slight over-sleep (meaning no chores pre-departure), a planned catch up with A-down-the-hill prior to a regular appointment at the hairdressers developed into somewhat of a larger day and after an impromptu movie matinee (Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows if you must know, and yes it was great!) I found myself at a Ceilidh.
'A what?!' I hear you say.
A Ceilidh.
A Ceilidh, pronounced 'kay-lee', is a traditional Scottish knees up, comprised of kilts, whisky and haggis. But mainly, it is about dancing, informal, fast-and-furious, 'catch your breath between sets' kind of dancing. So it's just as well I had come completely unprepared for a night out - flat boots, jeans, long sleeved t-shirt and not a scrap of make-up - because before long, I was sweaty and 'unkempt', and absolutely loving it!We arrived with A-down-the-hill's Scottish contingent (McHubster is from north of the border you see), snaffled a table and the boys went off to queue for drinks and a spot of haggis. I had grand intentions getting my vegetarian haggis later in the evening but, well, I got rather busy. You see, the music started and the caller invited everyone to take the floor. After a walk through of the dance - usually comprised of a series of steps set to 16 bars which is then just repeated - we were off. And that's pretty much the way the night went...all night.
The first dance was The Gay Gordons (don't ask!) and then a little into the second dance, I was delighted to find I had just renewed my acquaintance with The Virginia Reel, a dance I learnt in primary school. Three and half hours flew by. There was The Dashing White Sergeant, Strip The Willow, The Flying Scotsman, The Canadian Barndance, The Eightsome Reel and a few that we didn't catch the name of, made stuff up (because we had no idea what we were doing) and had a laugh anyway. The haggis was piped in (and I do mean bagpiped) half way through the evening and Burns' Address To A Haggis read with due ceremony, much theatre and sense of occasion (for those of you who don't know, Burns' Night falls this Wednesday on January 25th).
It was a fantastic night - young and old alike took the floor and it was a refreshing change to see the guys itching to get onto the dance floor to strut their stuff. There was a sense of joyful abandon in the hall - maybe the flow of whisky helped a little - but this was just a great, old-fashioned knees up and the best thing to do was leap off the deep end and give it a whirl.
If you are interested in finding out more you can click here for upcoming ceilidhs in London and here if you feel you really must swot up on a few of the steps.
But there's really no need...sometimes a little improv. makes the best fun of all!
2 comments:
. . there was a time when soldiers of Highland Regiments were given the choice between PE and Highland Dance. Shows how energetic it was and how seriously it was taken.
Ha! There was a semi serious discussion around ceilidh as a weight loss strategy...
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