Picture the scene:
A wedding. Nice rural castle setting, beautiful sunny evening. Everyone is in good spirits.
Bride and groom want A LOT of Scottish ceilidh / country dancing music early in proceedings.
Groom is Scottish. Bride is English.
160 odd guests split evenly down the middle.
I'm supposed to be calling the moves for the benefit of those that have never done these dances before or haven't done them for years.
First one goes off fine.
Second one - a woman storms up absolutely howling drunk (you know that minging wine breath women of a certain age can conjure up when they're pissed?....) " WE'RE CHEUCTERS (inbreds from up north) AND KNOW WHAT WE'RE FUCKING DOING JUST GET ON WITH IT!!!"
"Uh OK.... Hands up folks if you've NEVER done this dance before?"
Dozens
"Hands up folks if you've not done this dance since high school?"
More hands up
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE, JUST GET ON WITH THE SONG, WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING."
This is in front of pretty much everyone
"I appreciate a lot of you know the moves but most people here don't..."
I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!!!ONDECIUBUVEIUBIU JUST TELL THEM TO FOLLOW WHAT I'M DOING!!!
At this point the groom, visibly mortified by his mum motions for me just to play the song to shut her up.
Disaster. Absolute bollocks of a trainwreck. Not that she noticed she was so gone.
Next tune, trying to make light of the incident:
"Ok that last one wasn't the most symmetrical Strip the Willow I've ever seen so we're definitely going to run through this one before starting."
from the back of the room: WE DON'T NEED TO RUN THROUGH IT, WE ALL BLOODY KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING...
Groom again just tells me to roll with it
And for the next one
And the next one
30 minutes of complete and utter shit because the grooms mum got into the sherry a bit too early.
It was a shame too because the first song, the one that they actually got taught the moves for was great.
Groom came over and kept apologising to me all night - had to tell him to chill, it wasn't his fault.
Later on I'm playing and she's stood swaying in the middle of the dancefloor (which is rammed with people loving whatever tune it was) screaming: WHAT IS THIS SHIT? WHAT IS THIS SHIT?
I've had enough by this point so I pull the music down a notch so people can hear her screaming, I get on the mic and say: "THIS is what I like to refer to as a request from the bride and groom."
B0om - big cheer from the crowd, someone came and scraped her off the dancefloor and that was the last I seen of her.
A few years ago something like that would have ruined my night but it's all good, great night had by all except for the one drunk person who wants to be the centre of attention = a good gig
A wedding. Nice rural castle setting, beautiful sunny evening. Everyone is in good spirits.
Bride and groom want A LOT of Scottish ceilidh / country dancing music early in proceedings.
Groom is Scottish. Bride is English.
160 odd guests split evenly down the middle.
I'm supposed to be calling the moves for the benefit of those that have never done these dances before or haven't done them for years.
First one goes off fine.
Second one - a woman storms up absolutely howling drunk (you know that minging wine breath women of a certain age can conjure up when they're pissed?....) " WE'RE CHEUCTERS (inbreds from up north) AND KNOW WHAT WE'RE FUCKING DOING JUST GET ON WITH IT!!!"
"Uh OK.... Hands up folks if you've NEVER done this dance before?"
Dozens
"Hands up folks if you've not done this dance since high school?"
More hands up
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE, JUST GET ON WITH THE SONG, WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING."
This is in front of pretty much everyone

"I appreciate a lot of you know the moves but most people here don't..."
I DON'T FUCKING CARE!!!!ONDECIUBUVEIUBIU JUST TELL THEM TO FOLLOW WHAT I'M DOING!!!
At this point the groom, visibly mortified by his mum motions for me just to play the song to shut her up.
Disaster. Absolute bollocks of a trainwreck. Not that she noticed she was so gone.
Next tune, trying to make light of the incident:
"Ok that last one wasn't the most symmetrical Strip the Willow I've ever seen so we're definitely going to run through this one before starting."
from the back of the room: WE DON'T NEED TO RUN THROUGH IT, WE ALL BLOODY KNOW WHAT WE'RE DOING...
Groom again just tells me to roll with it
And for the next one
And the next one
30 minutes of complete and utter shit because the grooms mum got into the sherry a bit too early.
It was a shame too because the first song, the one that they actually got taught the moves for was great.
Groom came over and kept apologising to me all night - had to tell him to chill, it wasn't his fault.
Later on I'm playing and she's stood swaying in the middle of the dancefloor (which is rammed with people loving whatever tune it was) screaming: WHAT IS THIS SHIT? WHAT IS THIS SHIT?
I've had enough by this point so I pull the music down a notch so people can hear her screaming, I get on the mic and say: "THIS is what I like to refer to as a request from the bride and groom."
B0om - big cheer from the crowd, someone came and scraped her off the dancefloor and that was the last I seen of her.
A few years ago something like that would have ruined my night but it's all good, great night had by all except for the one drunk person who wants to be the centre of attention = a good gig




and INXS - Saturdays is Marvin Gaye and the one after that aren't even having a first dance.