So, there we were, on the outskirts of a burning hot Melbourne, no shade to be seen, in our full Morris Dance outfits. And you know what we were doing? We were bloody dancing. Dancing the Morris in the burning heat was an experience you don’t get much here in the UK. It’s far more often about doing it in the drizzling rain. It’s not the best Morris dancing in the rain but its something I know, it’s something I can do, it’s something I find easy and comfortable and nice and normal. But if we only ever did what we already knew and could do and found easy and comfortable and nice and normal then we’d still be breast feeding like idiots.
No, we will not be giant man babies. We shall rise above our fears and travel to the other side of the world to Morris Dance. That’s bravery. That’s courage. That’s beasty awesome manliness. That’s where is at Y’ALL! So there we were staying with the Morris Dancers of a local Oven Cleaning business(http://www.ovenu.com.au/), and dancing our fast overheating hearts out in the beaming brutal sun.
That’s what we did. We did it because we were asked to. We did it because it was new. We did it because we were spreading Morris Dancing culture. We did it because we got our ovens cleaned for free. My oven is now beautiful and good as new. Which is really super great.