Last night we broke free and left the four legs in the safe hands of the manchildren for a few hours as we ascended upon Burns night. We left all inhibitions and accepted fate as put our left feet forward and tried to look like we knew what we were doing on the dance floor.
Packed like sardines in a tin (for it was jammed packed) we twirled and twisted. With any thoughts of being graceful gone, we accepted our fate, throwing our street credit out the window along with the Highland fling. I’m sure our west Highland counterparts would of hidden at the horror of our spectacle on the dance floor.
I learnt three things last night though, the first nobody gives two hoots about anybody else, your fears of feeling or looking foolish are your own as everybody justs want to have fun (took me 42 years to learn that one!) Second, always wear ankle and foot shields because there is always that one person who thinks that they are doing the cancan while wearing three inch block heels and lastly, never stand with a absent smile on your face or a lonely Irish man, three weeks away from home may make eye contact. All which make for a great night.
Will we do it next year? I hope so, maybe we will drag a few extra people along too…