After a late start and a dancer swap due to illness and toilet hugging, Northgate Rapper stormed the streets and hostelries of Bath.
The Larkhall Inn saw Vince’s first dance (let alone practice) since his summer wedding and Nicol’s first dance out, dancing an entirely unknown dance and Northgate leave a perfectly round mark on the wooden floor after their spin.
We met the landlord and owner of Bath’s second finest moustache at the Rose & Crown. Bath’s finest moustache is of course owned by young Henry our musician. We liked the Rose & Crown very much as Tom bought us all a drink, finer beer and a fine landlord.
The carpeted Bladud’s Arms saw us dance twice, firstly nearly dislodging the landlord’s cock (stuffed pheasant) and secondly a repeat performance for a chap who offered us £10 if we would dance again. And so we did. Cloudy Thatchers all round!
We approached the Piccadilly with some trepidation, which was rewarded with the sight of 7 homies in the corner listening to Icey T and Snoopy Snoopy Dogg Dogg. Northgate educated them in the proper meaning of the word ‘rapper’ and had the entire pub, homies and all, on their feet cheering at Edwin’s tumble.
The Curfew was a tad quiet but Northgate bought a round and danced for the new Landlord and his mate on the fine fine wooden floor. We were offered the free use of the room upstairs for practice. We were a tad concerned at the potential noise pollution, so we did a test dance and thankfully it could work.
And so to the Star, Northgate’s spiritual home, where we danced again in the small bar in front of a roaring coal fire. Edwin no longer has any hair on the back of his legs and reports that his waxing bill has halved. We entertained some Irish men and an Antipodean lady by swording quite nicely. Free beer was gratefully received from Paul the landlord! 3 cheers all round.
And so to Mabel Day on 1st December in Oxford and a crawl of fair Cardiff town. Plus lots more dancing in Bath.