On Saturday the mother (who was visiting) and I were up bright and early, on an overground train to Camden Road. We were heading to Cecil Sharp House (headquarters of the English Folk Dance and Song Society) for a day's clog-dancing.
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George, the elephant, went on his holidays... )
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then he fell down on his can, and his aerosol went 'bang'and all they found was a flat cap and his clogs.....
Curse you for that ear-worm!
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(Also, one kudo to you.)
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Oh yes, agreed Ru. "It's got everything, this dance. The chance to kick yourself in the shins, in the ankle, to fall over... in a minute we're going to do step 7, where you'll also have a wonderful opportunity to stand on your own feet."
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