15-11-2016, 09:54 AM
In the last clip, it's the way they all take their seats again and resume as if nothing had happened. ::laughingdog::
It seems to me to be sophisticated re-interpretation of Terry Wogan's Floral Dance.
Albeit without the flora. Or Terry Wogan.
Personally, I also enjoy "Dwile Flunking" - where a beer soaked rag is lobbed at a circle of well oiled dancers - a village entertainment that I once was entertained by outside the Moot House in Aldeburgh, Suffolk.
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However, neither compare to Drinking Football, which in the village of my childhood, was played on a full sized football pitch where all team members had to comport themselves in fancy dress. Usual choices were variations of full length evening gowns complete with an accompanying parasol and elbow length formal gloves. Whenever a goal was scored it was compulsory for the scoring team to run off the pitch and hurriedly down a pint of bitter from the full sized oak barrel on the sidelines, before returning to the fray. Competitive sport and quaffing large quantities of alcohol rarely result in any form of sporting achievement. Likewise with politics, I guess.
Ukraine has nothing on sweet English village sporting activities of a bygone age.
It seems to me to be sophisticated re-interpretation of Terry Wogan's Floral Dance.
Albeit without the flora. Or Terry Wogan.
Personally, I also enjoy "Dwile Flunking" - where a beer soaked rag is lobbed at a circle of well oiled dancers - a village entertainment that I once was entertained by outside the Moot House in Aldeburgh, Suffolk.
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However, neither compare to Drinking Football, which in the village of my childhood, was played on a full sized football pitch where all team members had to comport themselves in fancy dress. Usual choices were variations of full length evening gowns complete with an accompanying parasol and elbow length formal gloves. Whenever a goal was scored it was compulsory for the scoring team to run off the pitch and hurriedly down a pint of bitter from the full sized oak barrel on the sidelines, before returning to the fray. Competitive sport and quaffing large quantities of alcohol rarely result in any form of sporting achievement. Likewise with politics, I guess.
Ukraine has nothing on sweet English village sporting activities of a bygone age.
The shadow is a moral problem that challenges the whole ego-personality, for no one can become conscious of the shadow without considerable moral effort. To become conscious of it involves recognizing the dark aspects of the personality as present and real. This act is the essential condition for any kind of self-knowledge.
Carl Jung - Aion (1951). CW 9, Part II: P.14