Morris Minor

Went fishing down in Berwickshire today and stopped in at the Goblin Ha' Hotel, in Gifford, for a pint on the way back.

Half way through the second half of the Scotland v Faroe Islands game and some commotion was heard outside. This bunch of prats, sorry.. this group of morris dancers were doing their stuff in the car park, jingling their bells and waving their hankies. They were doing a dance for a couple who had just got married and apparently the groom was also a dancer from the group.

The best bit was when the village idiot - a painter in his white overalls - came out with his vodka and coke, and tried to join in with the dance. He was escorted off by the chief prat (the one in the even stupider outfit made out of a patchwork quilt and carrying a stick with a blown up sheeps stomach on the end)

I guess it takes all sorts.