Thursday 17 March 2011

Dancing Barefoot in the Spring Dew

It seemed a good idea at the time. Dancing barefoot in the spring dew - sounds romantic, alternative, wild and free.

In retrospect.

Dew is awfully cold, it turns out. And down by the brook the ground's still fairly sodden.

I've taken  a long hard look at this morning and I've got to be fair. Responsibility has to be accepted. That's what leadership is all about. Identifying Aelfine as the cause of this morning's disaster.

I'm off to wash the mud off my feet now I've finally extracted myself from it. I suggest the rest of you do the same. Although it won't be so nice in cold water.


  1. Almost as cheesy as dancing in stiletoes in the snow.

  2. Ah Simon - do you remember?

    I've always worried about that line from "Kayleigh". Fish is, after all, a big bloke. Where would he have got the stilletos to fit? Especially now that shop in Earl's Barton has closed.

  3. I must admit to respecting those who walk or dance in High Heels.

    It just seems an unnatural position to be in, ankles and feet poised at an awkward angle and maintaining balance must be a nightmare.

    However, normally girls start practicing early, wearing their mothers shoes. For men, it must be much more difficult, never having had the childhood head start.

    It was bad enough wearing cuban heels in the 70's. And as for platforms - uurrgghh!

  4. Once had a conversation about the value of lead singers in bands...

    "Marillion must me worth a bit, or should I say a Marillion pounds!"

    "What's that got to do with the price of Fish?"


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