Folk Festival Fun, life, videos.
Hanky waving, blacked up old folks, beards as far as the eye can see, wenches, men in drag, bells, stick fighting, hog roasts, fiddles and banjos. It’s got to be a Folk Festival.
The Tenterden Folk Festival took over my little country town for the weekend. Lots of odd people with pewter tankards tied to their belts, bells on their legs, beards on their chins, black on their faces and ribbons in their hair swarmed all over my normally quiet backwater in a riot of ale induced folkishness. Not even my normally dead local pub was safe. Friday night my local had some fairly decent folk singing going on, which bizarrely ranged from folk songs to Gregorian chant to blues. It felt a bit odd having to fight for my usual seat at the bar when normally I’m the only person in the place. Even Ruby the bar dog was all out of sorts. Seeing as it was so busy my landlord mate asked me to work the next day, and never one to turn down work and a free ham sandwich I did. Apart from having a whole troop of morris dancers practising first thing in the morning, it wasn’t too busy; it was actually a disappointingly dull day.
I got to watch the main procession of folk dancers, morris men, musicians and weirdos through the high street, which was nicely traditional, even down to a huge guy with a long beard dressed in a frilly pink frock with his hair in ponytails. England is traditionally eccentric it seems. Ale was drunk, songs were sung, feet tapped, and dances danced.
In totally unrelated news.
Also have recently got tenuously back in touch with someone who was for a very long time one of the most important parts of my life. It’s nice to know that even if it is just via a few text messages, we can still be civil and nice to each other. She has one of those good souls I was rambling about in the last post, and it’s good to know even after everything we put each other through we’re still able to remain true to ourselves and treat each other well. It’s a poor reflection of what might have been, but a damn sight better than how things could have ended up. I’m proud of us.
Funny Videos:
Pole Dancing, it’s not for everyone.
It’s not how I teach, but it seems to work.
Peace
