At long last, after much nagging and moaning, I have received the following account from Tommo, about Little Egypt's trip to Ireland.
It has also appeared in"Mardles", and I acquired it thanks to Mark.
Little Egypt went back to Ireland in 2001. Full report now on line.
Go to Stansted Airport, hop on a plane, hop off an hour later, and where are you? Knock Airport - that's where, in sunny Ireland. This was the starting point of The Morris Men of Little Egypt Mini Tour of Ireland in October 1998, and what a wonderful time was had by all.
OK, let's deal with the most important subject without delay - the Guinness.
The Morris Men of Little Egypt are not renowned for their technical prowess and exactitude, so it was with some trepidation that we attempted to learn some traditional Irish Set Dancing.
We were invited to Roundstone on the Saturday evening, partly to give a demonstration to the local kids, and partly to join in the crack for the evening. It was Hallowe'en and were the kids interested in us? Is George Soros skint...?
A high spot to us was a visit to a Bodhrán "factory" in Roundstone. The company is run by a splendid character called Malachy Kearns, who produces the drums for the rich and famous, as well as the poor and insignificant! Mr Kearns gave us a fascinating insight into the folklore and history of this pivotal percussion instrument without giving away the secrets of its manufacture!
It was sobering to stop at a hostelry (sic) in Connemara that day where the local farmers were attempting to sell their sheep. It seemed that the going price for the animals was between £3 and £5! Doesn't equate with the price of lamb in your local Tescobury's does it?
Generally the countryside was quite rugged,
In all, the trip was a resounding success; due mainly to the welcome and spontaneity of the indigenous population, we have some happy memories to cherish. There seems to be a strong sense of community and a willingness to enter into the spirit of things. i.e. to enjoy the craíc! Oh, and the Guinness, of course.
We were also visited by the Cosmic Motorcycle Man From Mars on the Spluttering Bike of Catastrophe - honestly - but that's another story.
Mark Mikurenda adds this footnote:
As one who was there, I can confirm the good time we had. One remarkable moment occurred while we'd stopped to dance on a bleak roadside in the middle of nowhere in the biting Atlantic air,
... I can present you with some extra pictures of Little Egypt at play.
|A drinking scene.||Bob awoken from slumber|
|John Fleming, a star of the trip||Jukes in chat up mode|
|Another drinking scene||A new found friend|