As it’s still early in the year, we thought we’d look back at some of the more unusual things we’ve done over the last quarter of a century. And what better place to start than with dancing behind the counter in a Belgian butcher’s shop?
Why did we dance there? A moment’s thought gives the obvious answer: because the undertaker’s was locked and they couldn’t find the key.
It was a nice place to dance, to be honest, with a great floor, although the sign saying “Zwaard danser €10/kg” did make us a little nervous. Luckily no one was hurt, except Mike who lost his genitals in an accident with the bacon slicer(*).
But you said there’d be a bit from the near future!?!
Indeed we did. We’ll be practising as ever this Tuesday at 19:30 in The Curfew in Bath. See you there.
(*) Insert your favourite Carry-On style joke about the bacon slicer having a lovely personality here.
We had a bit of playtime at our practice last night, spurred on by two random strangers coming along to watch. See below for what happened to them: you couldn’t make it up!
While it’s nice to have an audience, they probably got a skewed view of what rapper is, because normally it does not include quite so much swearing, being hit with swords or having your glasses knocked off. But hey, that’s practice for you.
Anyway, the new figure tacks nicely on to the end of El Diablo and Archers, and the whole sequence is very much in the Northgate tradition of one-the-edge, fast transitions between displays, with a large side order of “bloody hell, this is unusually risky, even for us.” Still, it’s only Number 3 (Martin) who could end up with concussion, though as you can see from the picture Number 2 (Edwin) is looking rather concerned. He was probably worried he’d get blood on his delightful shirt.
If you’d like to see what happens next with this exciting new dance segment, join us (and possibly the two punters who wondered into the wrong room) next Tuesday at 19:30 in The Curfew, Bath.
As for the two people who were watching, they had never met before last night. By the end of the evening, they had planned to go out on a date. Northgate Rapper: Cupid or what?
We’ve been extra busy since the new year, keen as we are to burn off the extra calories taken in over the festive season. Back again in The Curfew, we’ve been playing with blades like nobody’s business, and we’ll be back there on Tuesday for more.
Indeed, we’re so keen that we’ve spent the whole day today working on new figures, eating food, polishing old figures, eating food, and practising new tunes. But mostly the eating thing. There was a distinct lack of get up and go after lunch, that’s for sure.
Anyway, it was a great and useful day, and we’ll build on the work we’ve done on Tuesday.
But you mentioned a light? Did you break another light?
No. Don’t be silly.
However, the owners of the Curfew have become aware of our ill-deserved reputation concerning light fittings, and we noticed last week that they’ve raised their lovely lights well out of what we like to call rapper range.
We find their lack of faith disturbing.
Happy new year to all of you!
We’re taking the next couple of weeks off, and suggest you do the same. See you next year!
The lads and lasses of Northgate have come over all festive, but were feeling a little despondent that we’d cancelled practices for the rest of the year, and had already begun to miss each other terribly. Christmas can be a lonely time for a rapper dancer.
Luckily, Natasha is so dedicated to the team that she has decided to become a year older this week just to give us a reason for a crawl. That’s team spirit.
And so we’ll be going on a little celebratory crawl on Tuesday night, starting in our fantastic practice venue, The Curfew, at 19:30.
We’ll be joined by an extra-special Birthday Team, created just for this crawl. We are confidently expecting them to be wearing a special kit on the night, and very much look forward to seeing them in their birthday suits.
So come along on Tuesday night for a fun-filled festive frolic throughout Bath!
The Northgate School of Swordplay
It’s coming up to Christmas, so we’ve given ourselves an early present and are letting ourselves off practice for the rest of the month. Nice.
However, we wouldn’t want to spend too long apart, so our lovely melodeon player, Natasha, has decided to have a birthday in a week or so, and to celebrate it with a crawl! Needless to say, we were delighted with this suggestion and have offered to help her with the dancing and indeed the drinking. It’s the least we could do.
The photo here is of our first dance in Oxford last weekend, and you can see Squire Martin teaching young Richard how to make a proper lock.
We’re going on our yearly trip to Oxford to join the redoubtable Mabel Gubbins on their annual day of dance, and we could scarcely be more excited. It all kicks off in the Royal Blenheim at noon, and after several hours of pub-related shenanigans we’ll all meet up again for a rappertastic display of epic proportions in the King’s Arms at 4pm. Wow.
In other news, after last week’s triumphant return to practising in the glorious Curfew, we will be back again this Tuesday.
The upstairs floor is even better than we remembered following the recent refurbishment, although we were worried as we left a few scuff marks on its otherwise pristine surface. But no worries, the delightful new owners forgave us.
However, there was one moment of concern for us when we saw the lovely lights hanging above the dance space. Now, we do have something of a reputation in this area so a load of lightshades made from crystal decanters was a bit of a worry.
Never fear. We broke nothing. But that might not be the case this Sunday as some of those Oxford pubs have very low lights indeed…
Emily and Dan
After many months of living on the streets, Northgate are finally returning to The Curfew!
The pub, now owned by the enthusiastic and capable Emily and Dan, has been refurbished throughout in a manner which has preserved the most important aspects of the past (ie the wooden floor).
We visited with Thrales on our Anniversary Weekend, and Emily was so impressed that she immediately asked us to come back. Further negotiations (well done, Jack the Bag) led to our being invited back to use it as a practice venue once more.
So we’re home! Come and join the celebrations on Tuesday night from 19:30 onwards. And be sure to ask Dan to let him try his nuts.
Jack cleans up
Well, last week’s practice was notable for two reasons.
The first was that we had a surprise visitor, who was staying with Nat and Joe. Actually, I think she may have been more surprised than we were.
The second was that the basement bar at the Assembly Inn, where we practise, had been converted into a bijou building site, with tools, bits of wood and rusty nails all over the place. Pictured is Bagman Jack, who is manfully sweeping the floor while Squire Martin helps by taking photos.
It all underlines our need to move venue, as this sort of thing can really cramp your style. Martin and Jack will have a little word with the new owners of The Curfew. Wish them luck.