One of my mates once explained how he came to be born. It was at a folk dancing festival and there was a lot of cider. And nine months later, oh look, a baby came out!
The concept just appealed to me. Sort of like a bachelors and spinsters’ ball only for geeks who like cider.
These days, with the alcopops tax – a massive tax on pre mixed ‘girly’ drinks to stop young people drinking too much, but not on brewed drinks – cider, being a brewed drink, has taken off in sales and what is available. You can get cider in all sorts of flavours – technically of course only apples make cider (pear drink should be called peary but it’s called pear cider) – but that is a quibble really.
I am not fond of cider, too sweet usually. Bring me beer or red wine any time instead. MMMMM. BEEER.
I live with someone who brews. We have a beer fridge. There is cold beer on tap. So far this has not led to procreation, though.
I’m also quite fond of dancing. Many years ago I was active in the SCA here in Melbourne, through Monash Uni, every now and then I make it along to one of the local group events. Lots of dancing, though you’re doing it in heavy clothing and silly hats…
The best ‘folk’ dancing thing I ever did was when I visited London in 98, I went to ‘The Queens House’ at Greenwhich, and they were doing a demo of playford dances. So I got to dance ‘Jenny Pluck Pears’ in the hall in a place where it would have been danced originally. I’m still really chuffed about that.