Trigg Blog 2010
(Sep 18th 2008)
18 Sept 2008
APB (Absent Poultry Bulletin)
Chris's Cock is missing
and has possibly been smuggled out of the country.
Photographic evidence from St Breward
shows the last whereabouts of said 'Cock',
but the young lady pictured is rumoured
to have travelled to Australia the next day.
Chris insists that such an extreme response is unusual.
If you know anyone in the photograph,
please ask the 'cock'napper to contact us
to let us know if Chris's 'Cock' is OK.
But yet another week has flown past.
Tonight is the last night of the season.
Driving down tonight with my mate, Fiddler John,
we had a great view of a deep red setting sun,
hanging in the sky ahead of us as we headed west.
The SatNav brought us to Pelynt via Tregarland Bridge and Sowdens Bridge,
on a route I'd never have chosen, but thoroughly enjoyed anyway.
And we were on time!
It was good to be back at the Jubilee Inn at Pelynt
and Sydney was there to welcome us all to his local watering hole.
Tonight, it was announced, we would be dancing on the patio.
"What patio?" I thought!
We wandered out the back door to a lovely "Eat Ootery"
(as we call it in Scotland)
with a good audience watching us by the light
of the Jubilees very own lighthouse.
(Well that's what it looked like!)
On the last night of our season, there was no planned programme.
Everyone would get to choose their own favourite dance.
The landlord kept the jugs of ale coming and we had a great first set.
Musician, Lynn, joined us dancers for Brighton Camp.
While I remain undecided over whether women
are really built for Morris Dancing,
I am convinced that it is foolhardy to give one a big stick
and then turn your back on her!
After a Ploughboy song for the landlord
(collected many years ago at this pub)
We headed to our final venue.
The Punchbowl at Lanreath.
The Punchbowl has been open since 1620.
No. I don't mean twenty past four!
I mean that it dates from the 17th Century!
There is a story of a black demonic cockerel,
(the ghost of a local rector)
flying in through one of the pub windows
and straight into an earthenware oven.
The oven was cemented up to contain the vengeful spirit for eternity.
Perhaps Chris should check the earthenware ovens
at the Old Inn in St Breward?
It was great dancing in front of the Punchbowl.
The street was well lit and there was an interested audience
despite the time of year.
The traditional costumes of morris men looked perfect
against the mediaeval backdrop of this old inn.
But Pat and Ian challenged tradition, once again,
brandishing their brightly lit, multicoloured 'disco' wands
while the rest of the team waved Great Big Sticks.
I really enjoyed the reprise of Walk of the 2d Postman,
and still had some breath at the end
(despite complicating the heys for myself).
Punishment for my wanderings came
when Ian selected my own choice, Nutting Girl,
to follow straight after!
Knackered, I was!
The audience waited expectantly
when Triggers jig was introduced.
Trigger was obviously being led astray
And I could see Rob at the bar ordering drinks.
You can lead a horse to water, Rob,
but you can also make him dance. Eventually.
Not do be outdone by any Johnny Come Lately,
Viv joined the boys for a dance too.
She did very well but I was relieved to note
that she was only armed with wavers on this occasion.
Viv and Lynn finally had reinforcements tonight.
Chris Ridley was back, and Pete Philp and Peter Marlow
played during dancing too.
Music inside went at a good pace
and we trapped an audience mostly at one end of the room
while we took over the rest of the bar.
Chris Thomas produced a flaccid 'stand in' for his absent 'Cock',
but the dog was clearly impressed with it.
There was a lot of good singing tonight
including Chris R, Pat, Lynn and Viv.
Fiddler John fitted in wonderfully with the Trigg Orchestra,
but confessed later that he spent all night desperately trying
to adjust his timing to the 'special' rhythm
that Rob beat out for us on his Bodhran!
I thoroughly enjoyed his solo
even although I'd already had a taster,
when we were at Glastonbury earlier this year.
(see YouTube - fiddlerjohn )
This last night had to end though and my everlasting memory
will be the sight of Viv and Lynn with their knickers on their heads,
just before they threw them at Pat.
Tom Jones, eat your heart out!
AGM next week
then The Celeidh/ Barn Dance,
our end of season party
at Bodmin Public Rooms, Saturday 27 September at 8pm.
Music and Calling will be by Fox Amongst the Chickens.
Perhaps Trigg will do a little morris dancing during the interval.
Anyway, we'll have a great time again!
Why don't you come along?
Of course if you don't think you're a good enough dancer. . . .
Practice starts in October.
I'll see you there.
Thanks for a great season.....
Jim. 18 Sept 08.
(Sep 11th 2008)
Trigg Blog 11 Sept 2008
Tough decisions tonight.
I had to work late.
Should I spend valuable time picking flowers and decorating my hat?
I'd need to make up time in another way.
After a brilliant drive via Callington, I arrived at the White Hart
at St Teath http://www.britishpubguide.com/cgi-bin/pub.cgi?results:Cornwall_&_Scilly_Isles:1315
with the team assembling.
There were disagreements about the exact spot to use
but we settled beside the clock opposite the pub.
Traffic could come from three directions so a couple of dancers stood
guard near the musicians who were harder to see in the dark.
When a car did approach, however, Bobs military survival training
and he skipped quickly away, leaving Lynn and Viv to their fate!
It was dark but the dancing looked great.
With Pat opposite me for Sheriffs Ride,
I asked Chris T (aka Auntie Vera)
about his blog criticisms of number 5.
"Yep!" he said. It was Pat!
Pat danced beautifully!
(And when he doesn't it's still very entertaining!)
Dave (perhaps foolishly) danced opposite me
in Black Joke. Well done Brave Dave.
Our second Stanton Harcourt dance, Brighton Camp,
(No. Dave didn't attempt that one.)
is dangerous enough, without having to dance in the dark
with the pub spotlights in our eyes.
I saw no blood.
(It was dark.)
This week my SatNav did know where the second pub was.
When I crossed the bridge, it told me to turn right.
I didn't realise nobody else was going that way.
The road wound up and down hills,
and got darker and darker, and narrower and narrower.
With dark hedges brushing both sides of the car,
I spoke 'Hutchins First Rule of SatNav' aloud.
"Have no fear!"
I popped onto the main road just behind the Trigg convoy,
with relief, and followed them (blindly!) to the next pub.
It was good to be back at The Old Inn at St Breward,
the highest Inn in Cornwall.
There was no sign of the flurries of snow we often get on our winter visit
on the Feast of St Hyginus on 11th January.
(Did you know that Pope (St) Hyginus instituted godparents at baptism?)
Some audience did come out into the cold to watch us dance.
Car drivers usually(?) wait, patiently enjoying a dance to the end.
But tonight one driver nearly clipped Malcolms heels.
Malcolm was safe but was clearly disappointed
not to have been doing a stick dance!
Talking of stick dances. . . .
We only had 15 sticks for ring of Bells!
Hmmmmm! Does anyone notice a pattern?
Dave danced his 2nd Stanton Harcourt dance
of the evening in the same position.
No excuse now!
I wondered about the very bright star, beside the moon.
Chris T said it was Jupiter
and that I should write about it in the blog.
In fact, he would have written about it in his blog,
except "it wasn't ****ing there!"
The pub had been done up since our last visit.
Rob and I agreed that the toilets were lovely.
Apparently the gents was too!
Despite missing some members, the music was tremendous tonight.
Pat, Vic, Ivor, Ian, Chris and Viv were the backbone of a great singsong.
Chris did a good rendition of his version of 'the cock song',
& finally got someone to hold his cock!
He also produced an Australian(?) version of Yogi Bear.
By special request from the audience,
Viv sang My Young Man (one of my favourites),
and Country Roads.
The landlord once again produced a great feed for us tonight. Thanks.
The Lil' Lize I Love You medley meandered to I Love the White Rose
but when we tried to finish, the audience produced several extra verses.
We suspected they were made-up, but they missed another verse
"Pats pants were thrown out of the window.
So out on the roof Patrick goes.
He was glad they shone bright in the moonlight.
As bright as that Lily White Rose."
We tried to finish tonight with Goodnight Irene.
Again somebody suggested another verse.
It turned out to be the whole of Sloop John B.
My SatNav took me home via Blisland.
When the sreen froze,
I rembered Hutchins Second Rule of SatNav.
"Keep going. There must be a satellite up there somewhere!"
Jim. 11 Sept o8.
(Sep 4th 2008)
Honey I'm home! Big thanks to Chris, a.k.a (as it
happens) Auntie Vera! Don't worry Chris! Ladymen are part of the tradition!
I didn't recognise where we were dancing tonight. I
could see both St Ive and Metherill on the map
but couldn't really get my bearings on where I was
headed. The AA route finder wanted to take me via Callington,
and my Sat Nav via Liskeard. Well. I opted for the AA
route rather than, infamous, GPS. It's just a pity the AA couldn't
predict the tractor and hay(?) trailer I'd get stuck behind.
Driving down tonight, to a Butchers Arms I'd passed
many times, I had little hope that the rain would clear for dancing.
I was wrong on that one too. Although it was getting
dark, it stayed dry for us, and a good audience, until the end of
dancing. The team looked good with wavers freshly pressed on the old
wringer in the beer garden.
Music tonight had a pure and sweet sound appropriate
to the ladies playing for our dancing. Thanks Viv and Lynn.
I finally made it back to Jug by the Ear. Hurrah!
I was worried about finding the Cross House at
Metherill until I realised no-one else knew the way either.
Pete Philps & I agreed, . . . . .this was a job for Sat Nav! Cars
were leaving as I realised that MY Sat Nav had never heard of Metherill.
I wasn't sure if I was even following anyone from
Trigg as the fog came down on the rain and darkness I was driving in.
Long after I was sure I missed it, the sign for
Metherill coincided with distant red tail lights turning right. I followed.
I was in a convoy winding through lanes when I came to
a junction in the darkness. A broken sign with only 'M' pointed
right. I started to turn, but Ivor knew better and pulled past me to
carry on through the village. I accepted his wisdom.
We were all well on the way to Cotehele, when it
seemed appropriate to turn and come all the way back!
A relieved Chris and Lynn pulled into a very full pub
car park, behind me.
The pub was full too. In fact, the pub was already
full of Morris Dancers when we arrived! Wreckers had decided to join
us tonight. I thought it would have been good manners to ask us but
everybody seemed happy enough, so I relaxed and enjoyed the evening.
The Cross House (wonder what the history of the name
is?) was very crowded and we alternated dances with Wreckers,
dancing inside for only the second time this season.
With our usual respect for practicalities (none at all!)
we decided to have two teams dance Room for the
Cuckold. It was good fun and I'm sure the bruising will fade with time.
The landlord offered to turn the ceiling fan off,
while we danced Greensleeves, in case it damaged our sticks. We left
it on, reassuring him that our sticks would be fine! Tee hee!
We need plenty of space for the leapfrogs in Lass of
Richmond Hill, so it was another predictable choice tonight!
Wreckers is a mixed team but looked more like a womans
team tonight, with only a few token men.
Despite their high turnout, they even checked the
gents toilet to make up numbers for a team for one of their dances.
Ians offer was accepted, and he made a respectable
We finished with a combined 'Tinners Cat'. If we
seemed to learn quickly, it's because we've danced it before. (With
Cat's Eye. Ssshhhh!!! Oh, and certainly don't tell anyone
Despite us trying to settle down to our regular
sing-song, we were 'Shooshed!' so that they could have a team meeting.
Many of them seemed to leave early, even while Chris
was trying to sing. Despite his best efforts, Chris's 'Cock' ended up
in Bobs hands!
After a super buffet, and plenty to wash it down, Pat,
Vic and others worked hard and we still had a great session.
Although classics, like Lamorna, had an airing, Vic
also sang about someones 'addled and broke' eggs.
It reminded me of a chat-up-line I tried many years
ago. "How do you like your eggs, in the morning?" I asked.
"Unfertilised!" She answered.
4 September 2008.
(28th Aug 2008)
Sunday. Another Cornwall Folk Festival in Wadebridge.
As I understand that Trigg Morris have attended and, at various
times, helped with the organisation of the festival for over thirty
years. This year, for the second time, the festival has been
underwritten by the Hobgoblin Music Shops. I only mention this
because they deserve credit. We were happy, therefore, to perform in
Polmora Walk in front of the Hobgoblin shop and have our photographs
taken by the local press. There is no truth in the rumour that the
members of Trigg Morris are camera shy. Ian, standing in as Squire,
led us a merry dance, seemingly choosing all the dances that Uncle
Yogi has yet to practice. We still seem to have a problem with
position No. 5 in the Litchfield dances, usually leading to a re-run
of the hey. Still it's all good exercise. The weather stayed sunny
and quite hot all day, so that was summer done with, how dare you
complain. Speaking with many holidaymakers they still
seem to be enjoying themselves, even when
watching the dancing. We started at 11 o'clock, or near it, and were
joined much later by such sluggabeds* as Cats Eye (why only one eye?)
and Tros an Tres (I think that is right) which apparently translates
in one of the versions of Cornish as Song of the Feet and
not teeth and tits as Auntie Vera thought. Anyway, a
jolly good time was apparently had by all. Auntie Vera even got to
join in with Brighton Camp but wasn't quite right because she was
taught the wrong way by her previous side. Still she kept smiling
through it all and nobody really noticed because Terry and Uncle Yogi
were distracting the crowd with their own version! Some of the chaps
amused themselves at lunchtime in the Woolly Bridge with music and
singing although, I must say, the great big Great Dane didn't look
overenthusiastic. Nice to see some old friends drifting by, one even
deigned to dance with his old side, promising to
return soon. We look forward to seeing another
Chris in the side.
* Shakesperean, Romeo & Juliet, word
that spellcheck don't know.
Thursday. Out to St Column where Doug, the landlord,
was sponsored to do a dance. Must say that he did look the part and
joined in with gusto. A good, appreciative, crowd and lots of team
photographs taken. On to the Merrymoor where Dudley once again did us
very proud; food and drink aplenty. We understand that there has been
a problem with drinking water in the Mawgan Porth area so we very
kindly donated a number of bottles of fresh, Bodmin, water halfway
through the evening. An excellent session in the pub with everyone in
good form. The Welsh bloke who occasionally turns up turned up and,
as usual, serenaded the assembled masses, delighting one chap with
lots of attention during Delilah. Auntie Vera and Uncle
Yogi's favorite is still the cowboy song. Nigel treated us to a
rousing Let the Lighthouse.... Uncle Yogi would like to
thank his many fans who swamped him with many requests - but still
decided to sing the bear song. Again, a good
evening spent on good company. I am happy to
hand the responsibility of the blog back to Jim and apologise for the
tardiness of this one. Lots of visitors taking up lots of time. Again
Auntie Vera denies any knowledge of this blog.
(21st Aug 2008)
Trigg blog from Auntie Vera (with some help from Uncle Yogi)
So, Jim, our usual blogger has gone on holiday
the question we ask is; how will he know? He has left the honour of
blogging for the busiest fortnight of the year to Auntie Vera and
Uncle Yogi. Now, we hear you asking, is this
wise? We'll see.
An unusual Wednesday night 'cause we're not
normally out, certainly not at 6pm waiting on a balmy (barmy)
August evening for a TV crew to arrive. Filming for a new series with
Oz Clarke and James May the production company thought it would be
good to introduce some high culture into the proceedings.
As it happens, they got us. Can you suggest a decent
pub near to the Camel Winery. No contest, off to the Blisland Inn
(probably the finest....etc.) and into the arms of mine host, Gary.
Oz and James finally turned up in a post-war Rolls Royce towing a
caravan of indeterminate age. It seems that we failed to mention that
the lanes leading to Blisland are, like the Curate's Egg, good in
parts. After signing a consent form the filming started (if you don't
sign you get pixelated something that some Trigg members know
a lot about). It was decided that Vandals of Hammerwich
would be appropriate as we could get most dancers into shot. Having done
the dance once through Oz was persuaded to have
a go, thereby proving that to be a Morris Dancer you don't have to be
good. James, on the other hand, demonstrated to Auntie Vera just how
the recorder should be played. Finally we presented them with
appropriate mementos before treating them to a rousing few verses of
............... before waving them off to negotiate the other,
narrower, lane out of Blisland. What a jolly nice bunch of people,
but we are not sure what, exactly, the fee was. Some of us stayed on
to partake in the pub quiz we've heard easier questions on
Universally Challenged. Gary, you are a lovely Landlord, but...
Thursday. Charlestown Harbour. Dances by the three
sailing ships (a bit early for Christmas) followed by a couple of
songs in a nautical tradition to add to the ambiance. Adults seemed
happy, despite the slightly gloomy weather, and children overexcited
/ scared witless by the appearance of Trigger. Moving on to The Ship
at Par to dance on the well lit stage (too well lit for some who
might have wanted slight errors of judgement to be hidden). The
evening became most gloomy with drizzle setting in (who let him in?)
followed by a dash to the quite full bar. The chaps decided to squash
into a tight corner despite Uncle Yogi's effort to clear the other
side of the pub actually, it was probably the music starting
up that disrupted one table's tete-a-tete. An interesting session
interrupted by the arrival of some born-again Beatle claiming to be
Sgt Pepper. No-one seems to know exactly who it was, but many
suspicions were roused. A bonus was the
appearance of Chloe (pedigree Gold Star of
Norwich), (Mike gave the words away last week so no rendition of
Norfolk and Good) who is interested in joining the musicians. The
session ended with a rousing chorus of Lamorna which
seemed quite appropriate as the evening was wet, wet, wet.
Auntie Vera reserves the right to say that she knows
nothing eo what is written above because she is too busy. Thankyou.
(14th Aug 2008)
On Thursday nights, my first job when I get in from
work, is sorting my hat.
Bin the dried flowers, (does everybody else leave them
from last week too?)
and see what's looking OK to pick from the garden.
Timing looks good tonight and I arrive at The Mermaid,
at Porth. with 2 minutes to spare. I'm still last to arrive and
everyone grins (and check their watches!)
I was putting my bells and wavers on while Balance the
Straw got under way.
Maybe I should put them on before I leave Plymouth!
(I already attract a bit of attention when I stop for
petrol each Thursday).
The first gig tonight is in a beautiful situation.
We danced in a busy pub 'garden'with the bay &
sunset in the background.
I warmed up with Blue Eyed Stranger.
My breath lasted better than I expected, but the
constant turning in my next one, Nightingale, left me dizzy, out of
breath, and a little bit nauseous!
When the team were setting up for Lass of Richmond Hill,
I left it to the older (tee,hee!) members as usual.
Aaargh. They were not only calling for volunteers,
but were so short handed (footed?) that I was
I think I did it once before, about 7 yrs ago, without
It really was a, 'new-boy', flashback as Phil put me
opposite him in the middle
and talked me through it. Thanks Phil.
It seemed mostly OK, and (don't quote me!) I quite
I knew I didn't have to bend far for Pete Philps to
leapfrog over me.
I didn't think ahead, though, to plan where Pete would
have to land. Oops!
Pete's leap had to detour so he didn't land on the
chair or table I was up against.
He looked fine to me. . . . .
. . . . . . .Once Phil picked up my glasses and handed
them back to me, that is!
We had several photos taken with the children . . . .
We've told Danny we expect to see him at practice in
Bodmin on Thursday nights from October.
The fact he lives 400 miles away will not be accepted
as an excuse!
See you when practices start, Danny.
I followed Viv & Phil to St Mawgan. It was a good
job I did!
The directions I had, "up the hill and turn
right", were somewhat incomplete!
It was a beautiful evening. The first part of my
journey across Cornwall has a lot of dual-carriageway now, so
it was lovely to see the views as I drove along the coast. It was
particularly stunning as I headed down hill to Watergate Bay. The
setting sun gave a rose tinge to sea,
and to the waves breaking on the beach.
It was dusk when we arrived at the Falcon Inn at St Mawgan,
and we had a good crowd as it got dark while we were dancing.
We planned to start with Constant Billy, but there was
some embarrassment as we tried to find the bag of sticks. Amid a lot
of Morris Dancers milling around, Phil slipped quietly away to the car!
I got up for one of my favourites, Nutting Girl,
in my usual Stanton Harcort position, number 6.
Dave arrived opposite me at 5, with no idea what to do!
I tried to talk him through it and, after a
particularly disasterous first hey,
the rest was plain sailing and a lot of fun.
Calling for Vandals was interesting.
'Heading down' was uphill and 'heading up' was downhill.
The audience responded loudly to Vandals and to Bodmin Riding,
and then everybody wanted to dance Bonny Green with us.
I reckon the guests outnumbered Trigg, and it was a
We found good corner inside to play & sing in.
The landlord showed appreciation in the traditional manner,
and what's more, kept the jugs coming all night. Thank you.
Chris Ridley was drinking free beer this week.
Is that why he kept standing up to sing?
He did come out with some great songs though,
my favourite being about the Piddletrenthide Jug Band.
Vic was in fine voice, singing 'Me and my Good
Companions' and others.
Pat, Mick and Viv were all sounding good tonight too.
Chris Thomas picked his way through the bar, singing
about the loveliness of Paris, and of being sadly gay. . . and
disappeared out the door.
Presumably to be terribly alone and forgotten in Manhatten,
because he'd left his heart somewhere.
Pat took opportunity for another song!
I got confused (a common occurance!).
One minute we were singing one Lonnie Donegan song,
the next we'd drifted into a variety of (perfectly pleasant) versions
of My Old Man's a Dustman.
Nigel sang from the audience, beautifully and powerfully.
He sang again once we'd finished. This time being
joined by friends.
Brilliant!. . . . but can they dance?
I'm going to miss a couple of weeks so need someone to
blog for me.
Our adventures should be reported,
especially if next Wednesdays session at Blisland gets
recorded for television.
Auntie Vera has volunteered.
(Although I don't know if Chris has told Lynn yet!)
If you want to 'share' while I'm away,
just tell your Auntie Vera.
Could this be the start of the Trigg Website Problem Page?
My Sat Nav comes into its own when I'm going home.
I just press "Home" and it gets me quickly
heading in the right direction
(sometimes down some very narrow (even for Cornwall) lanes!)
It was a (braw?,) bright, moonlit, night for my journey,
with only two days 'til it's full.
Bob Dylans theme tonight was 'colours'.
At midnight, I celebrated arrival of my 51st birthday
somewhere between Bodmin & Dobwalls
with Jimi Hendrix's 'Purple Haze' turned up very, very loud.
"Excuse me while I kiss the sky!"
Jim. 14 Aug 08
(7th Aug 2008)
What else is going to try to stop me
getting out to dance with Trigg Morris on a Thursday night?
I was already running late when I spoke to Roger
who told me about problems at Dobwalls.
"I don't care! I'm coming!"
(I did slip quietly past a single police car at Dobwalls).
As I approached Mevagissey, I had a Lostwithiel flashback
when I saw the signs for a "Duck Race this Friday".
The next sign told me "Welcome to Mevagissey".
It was shortlived.
The car park attendant exclaimed
"You'd better get a move on"!
Trigg were on the Quay, and most of the way through
their first set.
There were thick crowds around them and so NO chance
of sneaking in quietly.
I couldn't get my bells on in time for Jug by the Ear.
Missed it again!
I did dance Bonny Green bringing in a young lady for
She was very, very good.
Must be the magic in the wavers!
Pete Philps arrived later than me, after attending a
Which side Pete?
Bride? Groom? Casuals? :
We had a good turnout tonight (members, friends and
'hangers on') and put up two teams for Valentine and for Bodmin Riding.
We had the usual race for sticks for Bodmin Riding but
didn't bring enough for two teams (who's counting the sticks these days?).
Our team were fully equipped (although we did have Maurice!),
so we were expected to demonstrate the dance perfectly.
Five of Ians team had only one stick. Ian had a . . .
erm. . .sweeping brush!
I reckon the audience made more noise on our side!
(Not just because we were getting awfully close
to the children with our sticks).
The hey was amazing. Maurice took longer to get to the
other end of ours because he kept wandering off into the other team.
Of course, as soon as they realised they had seven dancers, they sent
I don't think Maurice noticed. :
Pete did some dances in his civvies.
Taking his jacket off was risky though.
The team were starting Lass of Richmond Hill,
when he realised that Ian had his jacket on!
Would it be up to the leapfrog?
What Pete didn't realise was that Ian had me
positioned to receive the jacket before the leapfrog.
What Ian didn't realise was that the jacket would get stuck!
Just in time, I pulled it from him,
I asked some bystanders up for Bonny Green, only to
discover they were German tourists.
Rob chatted to them in German.
I tried too.
I was rubbish!
Where, in Germany were they from Rob?
It was dark when we got to the pub.
The Fountain. http://www.mevagissey.net/fountain.htm
It looked a lovely little pub. Wonder what it's like
It was a bit tight for space inside but none of the
customers rushed away
when we settled in for a singsong.
We supplemented our usual mix of drinking songs
with specials for visitors to Cornwall.
Forcing one couple to sit through "Norfolk and Good"
(I think that's what they sang!)
while the people from Derby were let off more lightly.
Chris sang the 2nd best version of 'the Cock Song'
(Well. You were thinking it too!) and 'Yogi Bear' went
down a treat.
Auntie Vera is turning into a Trigg 'regular'. Thanks Lynn.
Thanks Pat & Vic, for a lot of the singing tonight,
and to Pete, Ivor, Ian and Viv for their songs too.
Bob earned a round of applause tonight for simply
going to the bar!
(Found your way then Bob?)
Anyone scouting for talent tonight would have been unnerved
by the sight of both Ian and Phil, with flowers tucked
behind their ears.
(Bids to become bridesmaids, I believe).
Chris abandoned his instrument at one point
to play the 'silent' piano.
Did anyone else hear it?
The night drew to a close with Dave, then Pete, then
Mick plucking their hats to offer flowers to the ladies.
I had a safe journey back to Plymouth.
Bob Dylan played me King Nawahi Hawwiaians, (King of
the Hawaiian Guitar).
I reckon Ian should give up on his violin lessons.
Jim. 7 Aug 08.
Half of all July's rain fell in a few hours today, the
I watched it out the window during work but didn't worry.
I was determined to get out dancing tonight.
I couldn't get into Cornwall last Thursday night.
There had been a crash at Notter Bridge and I would have had to queue
for hours for a ferry.
Fellow Trigg evacuee Ben was pleased. He had a 2 night
holiday stop off at my place & instead of abandoning him to dance
with Trigg, I stayed home.
We were like two 17 year olds discussing &
Have you heard this one?
Tonight, the rain was still hammering down when
I left, with soggy flowers in my hat. By Liskeard the skies started
to clear. From Dobwalls to Padstow I was driving with the sun in my
eyes. Amazingly, again, we had a lovely evening for dancing.
The first gig was at the Harlyn Inn, Harlyn Bay. http://www.harlyn-inn.co.uk/
It was a nice pub, made even nicer by the landlord
being generous with beer for the Morris Dancers. Thanks landlord.
There was plenty of space for the dancers at the pub end of a large
car park, and a large and curious crowd gathered on the patio to
I danced Wenford Bridge, but wasn't quick enough to
get up for Jug by the Ear. It was funny watching it from the
'outside'. It was one of the first dances I learned and I don't
recall ever 'standing out' during the last seven years.
I did get a couple of good photos though!
When Vandals hey came around, it looked (was?)
chaotic, so the crowd cheered enthusiastically when everyone made it home!
I never remember which dance is which, so when Old
Carew was announced, the team was up before I worked out if I knew
it. Daft bugger! Ian made me part of the team demonstrating it at my
very first Ring Meeting. I remember now!
It was only a short run to the Cornish Arms at St Merryn.
The rain stayed away, and it was a beautiful spot for
a dusk performance.
A good crowd watched the dancing and it was nice to
chat to locals and visitors.
I met a chap from Aberdeen. We discussed how come a
fellow Scot (me!) found himself doing English Traditional Dancing in Cornwall.
"Well. Its not really England", I explained.
"And the origins of the dancing probably aren't
In fact, after spending years with the Scottish and
Irish Folk traditions, it's been wonderful for me to discover, and be
allowed to share in, the wonderful range of Cornish traditional music
I was a bit close to a lady when we did Bean Planting.
"You won't hit me with stick?", she asked.
"I might shoot you!", I said.
Another young lady became very serious when Vic and I
discussed the possible fertility related consequences of her wearing
Things became much less serious, when Ian led me
While the team danced Banks of the Dee, we waited
until they all faced the other way and rushed to the end of each row,
sitting on high bar stools right up against them when they turned
around. Each time they faced away, we slipped a bit closer! Luckily,
none of the dancers had sticks!
A call for Ring of Bells raised plenty of volunteers
but, with the main stick bag 'absent without leave', we only had the
12 spare sticks when we needed 16.
The decision by Pete Philps to do Vandals of
Hammerwich again, instead, allowed comparison with the team who did
In contrast to Harlyn Bay, we danced beautifully
(what?). The hey was so good, that Ian made us do it again because he
thought we looked too smug!
In fact, having all the dancers in the right places
took away all the danger and excitement. The crowd response was
nothing like as good as the first version. Maybe it was just the crowd!
It was getting dark as we closed with Headington Off
and snaked our way through the crowd and out into the car park.
It was difficult to find space inside the pub, but
eventually the musicians and singers were spread out at the far end.
I was tucked away at at the back. I don't know if anybody 'heard' me
but I'm pretty sure they could 'feel' my bass.
There was a good mixture of music and styles.
It was lovely to hear Viv in good voice with
Country Roads but she also sang one of my favourites, My Young Man.
In fact, I spent the evening with 'her young man', Phil, beside me!
Good tambourine Phil!
I need to point out how good Pete Marlows singing was
tonight. I also need to tell you that he was probably singing on
other occasions when I neglected to give him a mention in Trigg Blog.
Will that do, Pete?
Vic mentioned to the crowd when we sang 'The Padstow
Drinking Song' that it has strong connections with the area and this
pub in particular. If we dismiss later references to the 'Sussex
Drinking Song' we can trace it back to the sixties in Padstow. It was
originally a favourite in the Caledonian (now gone) on the
harbourside in Padstow. Tommy Morrisey and Charlie Pitman learned it
there but gained most fame singing it in the Cornish Arms, the latter
fact now recorded in art for posterity.
Once we stopped singing, the locals started!
I left the pub still bouncing to the sound of local
I did the remaining half of tonights one hundred mile
return trip with Bob Dylan and Janice Long chatting to me, and
entertaining me with good music.
Another good night out with Trigg.
I think of the words
"Give to me the girl I love, and the key to the
And the appropriateness of
" forward my brave boy."!
Maybe that's just my experience.
Lostwithiel was sunny as I arrived and it was crowded
down by the bridge, after the Duck Race at Lostwithiel Carnival. The
river was still full of noisy (and wet) revellers. The team were just
over the bridge in, I think, a better position than usual, and once
officials were sure of the race results, (difficult with ducks,
Id imagine), we were allowed to start dancing.
There were many friendly and familiar faces in the
crowd and, Im sure, new friends too.
The team were on good form but the audience, again,
led them astray.
After dancing to Oh my dear, I do feel queer, it
must be all this lack of beer!, Trigg went on to demonstrate
the character of Shepherds Hey with its traditional grunts and
squeals causing laughter (and puzzlement!). If you missed it, check
out You Tube on http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=GaCvbnBe4rs
or by typing in shepherds hey trigg into the search box.
We did a good performance of Ring of Bells, all
getting to the right ends in the final line up. Pat and I had loads
of room out on the left, but there seemed to be a lot of pushing and
squeezing over on the right, until we moved further over to let them
There was an initial slow response to our invitation
to the audience for Bonny Green Garters but once we got birthday girl
Emma and her family up, we soon had many more volunteers. Happy 21st Emma.
A gentle wander, delayed by a train at the level
crossing, took us to the Earl of Chatham and in the beer garden, I
had time to catch up with gossip about missed outings.
I hadnt just missed an enjoyable evening, last
Tuesday at the Crantock Fiesta and Zelah last Tuesday night. Id
also missed a national Ring Meeting at Whitchurch. It wasnt as
exciting as last years meeting at Stafford. There were no floods, and
no-one was singing and dancing in the minibus at 1.30 am. It
didnt sound like Trigg Morriss role as the Seventh
Emergency Service would be required at all.
It was a quiet weekend. Many teams couldnt field
a full side and of those who could, none were as good as Trigg.
(Oops! Possible bias noted here!).
Pat, Pete & Bob tried camping in tents this year
with great success. The sound of trains kept them awake for a bit but
was nothing compared to past noise levels when sharing a room with 35
hairy arsed Morris Dancers!
Dancing at The Earl of Chatham was good fun and the
weather stayed on our side.
Despite Rogers introduction of a new, all clockwise,
beginning to Sheriffs Ride, it continued very well. I cant say
the same for my own performance in Brighton Camp when I blanked and
got turns and sticking out of sequence, when I got to the musicians
end the first time. This is actually a very dangerous situation to be
in, in Brighton Camp! On this occasion I came to no harm. Lucky I was
opposite Bob and not Taffy! The leapfrogs in Lass Of Richmond Hill
were great and the evidence recorded in the photographs.
After dancing food went down a treat with a free pint
(Thanks again!) before we settled down to a singsong.
Vic was somewhere between Bodmin & Romania but
singing by Pat, Chris, Ian and (other) Chris kept the evening going
at a good pace.
Offstage socialising was enjoyable but
threatened to distract from the singing at one stage. Sorry Pat. I
laughed at Ians description of how he came last in the Dads Race at
school sports but was especially interested in the photo his mate
Pete gave him after spotting them in the crowd on a 1975 Led Zeppelin DVD.
Coincidently I had 70s flashbacks all night as I
found myself playing many songs Id been performing since my
days (nights!) in dance bands 30 years earlier.
Hell have to go, Save the last dance for me,
Banks of the Ohio, Proud Mary, Bad Moon Rising, were all blasts from
Our version of Lily the Pink is the Scaffold version
which was based on a, less sanitised, folk song about Lydia E
Pinkhams Vegetable Compound (which Wikipedia describes http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lydia_Pinkham )
The Ballad of Lydia Pinkham
Let us sing of Lydia Pinkham
The benefactress of the human race.
She invented a vegetable compound,
And now all papers print her face.
Mrs. Jones she had no children,
And she loved them very dear.
So she took three bottles of Pinkham's
Now she has twins every year.
Peter Whelan, he was sad
Because he only had one nut
Till he took some of Lydia's compound
Now they grow in clusters 'round his butt.
It was great to hear Syd do two songs tonight. Cheers Sydley!
We may have the reputation to End it all in Pleasure,
but perhaps we are simply Poor Little Lambs Whove
Lost our Way.
Trigg Blog 3 July 2008.
Sorry, chums, for missing last weeks blog when Trigg
danced at The Port William, Trebarwith Strand and at Camelford.
I was on my annual pilgrimage to the Glastonbury
Festival (or Pilton Festival, or even Glastonbury Fair!) I return to
the Trigg fold with my spiritual batteries recharged.
It was raining when I left Plymouth but it got
brighter as I travelled south to be with Trigg. After showers all
day, it turned out to be a beautiful evening in Cornwall. I love the
view from Penpillick, over the headlands towards St Austell and I
wasnt disappointed tonight.
Tonight we had another dry performance at Trethurgy.
About five years ago we noted that there were many
villages we hadnt danced in because they didnt have a
pub. Since then we have visited a couple each season for the 8
What? Morris dancers and no pub?
We are sponsored by Skinners Brewery and we take the
beer with us!
Phew! Thanks Skinners.
The nice evening turned out many Trethurgy villagers
to see us. Thank you.
As well as our main audience, some watched over their
garden walls, and some from the conservatory. (And some younger
villagers turned up in their pyjamas!).
We had a good compliment of Morris Dancers too tonight
and fielded two teams for many of the dances. The dancing was fun.
RingOBells wasnt perfect but I reckon we had our
best finish ever.
The villagers joined in with Bonny Green Garters
before we had an easy run to the Kings Arms in Luxulyan.
The weather stayed lovely as we once again blocked the
main road through the village. This time, there were few
interruptions by traffic but we did worry a couple of horses!
The dancing seemed good but when Malcolm & I
somehow swopped sides, it occurred to me to concentrate harder and
stop gossiping! Dont tell Ian.
I got several good photos at Luxulyan this year
especially Rob and Alans wonderful leaps in Old Woman Tossed Up.
The Trigg posters around the pub seemed to hint,
subtly, that some Trigg members were locals. I dont suppose
many people noticed the colour photos!
It was good to have Viv & Phil with us
tonight. Ive missed you.
The music was steady and the singsong included
Lamorna. One of our favourites. Interestingly, I was there last week
with a girlfriend. (At least I thought it was my girlfriend, and not
After several attempts, Landlord, Kenny managed to
tell his joke about the Camborne born Maid from Redruth! (Dont
tell the Landlady!)
The musicians thinned out towards the end as many are
heading to Aylesbury tomorrow for the Ring Meeting.
There was enough of us left for a good rendition of
I spoke to a lady on my way out who explained that
Irene is her sister.
I didnt enquire further.
Ill see you in my dreams.
It was easy to get to our first gig at the Bullers
Arms, Landrake, tonight. http://www.thebullersarms.com/
Once again we were joined by another team, as Cats Eye
It was nice to have Pauline and Kevin out with us
It was busy and we had a good audience throughout the performance.
Last year it was busy, only until the bus arrived!
Despite coaxing, the landlord, Ally, wouldnt
dance. I think he did want to though. No. Really.
An ex Trigg member, Chris, wore an old style
Trigg outfit from 1972.
No one was sure if that was what he was wearing the
last time they saw him, about 10 years ago! Chris claimed it was the
outfit that smelled musty.
Dave was in trouble with Tina for not wearing his hat enough
(after all the hard work shed put into it!)
You should do your own hat Dave otherwise you
wont be awarded the
Hat Badge to wear on your baldric.
It was also an easy drive to the Eliot Arms at
St Germans. http://www.eliotarms.co.uk/
Pat cant remember dancing there before, so
its probably years since the team was there. Apparently that
was the night somebody forgot the sticks so they
improvised with long thin items from around the pub.
The lounge seemed nice, but as I glanced through to
the bar I saw a row of faces staring at me. I have seen that look before.
Do you remember the country pub scene in American
Werewolf in London?
Or maybe it was just because I was dressed funny.
As I stepped out to the courtyard, they were shouting
at Pat to fill the last space for Nutting Girl. Since it was my
position, I put my drink down and nipped in there quick. I thought it
was pretty flawless (responses on a postcard please) and it got the
crowd clapping and excited. That was OK though because Cats Eye soon
calmed them down.
The courtyard was a nice spot for the colourful
and theatrical style of Cats Eyes own traditions
but was also great for those noisy boys from Trigg to
show off too!
Unusually (some suggest theyre not built for
Morris Dancing) for a Trigg night, there were lady dancers. Cats Eye
are a mixed team and tonight the ladies danced more than the men. Not
to be outdone, Trigg had a lady dancer up with them tonight to do
Vandals of Hammerwich.
Not just a lady dancer. A Swedish lady dancer!
Thank you Ann, for keeping me right on some of the
bits I forget and for being a good opposite number. Ann said I
didnt hit the sticks very hard.
I did my best!
Ann and Jan (who danced with us too) dance with Eken
Morris Dancers http://home.bip.net/ekenmorris/ and are visiting from Stockholm.
Trigg hope to do a return visit next year.
Cats Eye chose Somebodys Rabbit (I cant
remember whos) as our off dance and pretty much all the Trigg
members had a go. We thought we did fine!
There were many visiting musicians tonight and the
singing was loud and enjoyable.
Highlights included Chris taking centre stage for his
Cajun number. It is worrying (and encouraging) that a man of his age
should dance and play like that.
The other (1972) Chris, got the loudest applause of
the evening for his contribution. He did a Cajun sounding number and
used notes and chords on his melodeon that no one else seemed to
have. I had trouble following the words but remember something about
ewes (only he didnt pronounce it like that!).
There were also musical contributions tonight from
Jan, and Cats Eye, and others and the night flew in very quickly.
I was shocked when Roger told me it was 11.10 already.
He says that happens when you get older!
I said Id heard that. I just didnt
expect it to happen so soon.
I got home earlier than usual tonight because we were
so close and was accompanied on my drive by Cosmos Moon.
I guess if you havent seen Moonstruck you have
no idea what Im talking about.
I was impressed.
It was another really good Trigg night.
Jim. 19 June 2008.
Last night Trigg visited Boscastle with Tarka.
Since I live so far away, I knew I would be pushed
after work to get home, eat, change, pick flowers, do my hat, and
drive to Boscastle for an 8pm start.
I understood how tight, before I even got down the
slip road onto the A38.
I noticed my petrol tank was empty at about the same
time I realised Id left my wallet and cards on my bedside table.
Unbelievably, I did consider going on, trying in my
mind to make the 85 mile return trip squeeze into the red bit on the
I arrived late but the view as I came down to
Boscastle was awesome. It was a beautiful evening with the Sun
shining down on Morris Dancers.
It was a good turnout for both teams and for the audience.
When I arrived (late!) the teams were alternating
dances and had the audience laughing and cheering. I dont know
how much work they did before I arrived, but I still managed to get
three dances in before we moved on.
Tarka and Trigg both put a team up at the same time to
Although someone suggested that Tarka were beating us,
Trigg caught up well and managed to finish a full verse ahead of them!
No-one crashed as we all squeezed out of the car park
and headed down the hill to dance in our usual spot at the bridge.
Trigg Morris Men have danced regularly in Boscastle
for over twenty-five years and a good crowd appeared to watch
tonight. Once again there were disagreements about how many Morris
Dancers they could actually squeeze into the phone box (sadly washed
away). Answers on a postcard, please.
I was one of the first at the bridge tonight and
managed a few minutes, standing, enjoying the view to the sea as dusk
approached, aware of the sound of water rushing under the bridge.
But then everybody arrived and the space was filled
with colour, music and great dancing. This is a wonderful setting
with lots of space for dancing and both teams got to show off to a
Sticks crashed together as Trigg took the chance to
show off their signature dance, Bodmin Riding. Tarka surprised the
crowd, dancing quickly away and suddenly appearing back during Queens Delight.
Trigg took the chance again to invite members of the
audience to join them in the Off dance, Bonny Green Garters. Special
thanks, Derek, for a fine performance while your guide dog Brian
looked on in puzzlement, probably wondering why youd gone
Soon it was time to head for the Cobweb for a singsong.
Trigg's stick bag was heavier than earlier.
For those who care about such trivia, Trigg and Tarka
had a total of three pharmacists dancing and playing music in
Tarka, (who claim to be much younger than Trigg, what
do you think?) were a great team to have with us for music. They
clearly enjoy themselves as much as we do and the evening raced along
with happy wall of audience faces surrounding us. It was good to
hear, not just the audience, but also the bar staff singing along to
Little eyes, I love you, and The Cadgwith Anthem
(Beauty of Kashmir), among others. What a pub!
Both teams were keen to contribute. For us in Trigg it
was really good to have guest instruments such as the Hurdy Gurdy,
Ukulele Banjo, and Penny Whistle.
Esther and her guest(s) from France were among many in
the audience who were blown away by what we gave tonight.
Trigg end the day as they begun, they end it all in pleasure!
Tarka, apparently, do it sideways.
Another good night.
Jim. 12 June 2008.
We had good weather last night for Trelights village,
and Port Gaverne.
There was a lovely turnout of villagers for our first
dry spot of the season, and as usual, since there was no pub --- NO
PUB?......., our lovely supporters at Skinners Brewery supplied some
beer for us to take along.
Dancing was fine.
Chris tried number 5 position for Brighton Camp.
We had it by the end but they wouldnt do it again!
There was a suggestion that Terry danced very well,
for such a big man.
This became an advantage for Terry.
Peggy, who lives in the village, had baked lots of
cakes for us, and Terry was allowed two!
Next dry spot is Trethurgy on July 3rd.
I wonder whos going to bake for us there?
We arrived in Port Gaverne with good timing to dance
whilst the sun went down over the bay.
We had a good crowd with many new faces, and including
lots of newbies and .. erm---- oldies. One lady,
Diane, had been coming here since she was about 4 years old, and now,
at 73, thought we were a real bonus to her regular holiday at the
Port Gaverne Hotel.
After our arrival pint, Landlord, Graham, kept the
jugs of beer coming during the dancing, and they were still arriving
as I was leaving!
Well done Landlord!
Dancing was good, although, just as Ian announced we
were finally getting it together, Pete dropped his waver! (Noted!).
Ian was enjoying the dancing so much, he unwittingly
When he announced crossover for the second
time, those of us (not really paying attention!) followed his instructions.
Pat and Terry, however, forged ahead with a back
to back making it necessary for them to do that move twice.
(Or was it the other way around?...)
We finished Bodmin Riding in time for a sunset photo
with the red sun dipping into the water behind us.
Once again several pictures were taken.
Weve clearly been taking the same picture for
decades now, but Ive never seen one!
Dancing seemed to be over quickly tonight.
No-one really moved out to let us in tonight, but
since people took care to make sure all the musicians did have seats
in the middle, they became a good audience and chorus to our singing.
It was a good night for our bigger songs so, of
course, the Banana Song and Micky's Cock, were belted out
with enthusiasm, to the surprise and clear enjoyment of the audience
I particularly enjoyed, the local song, The White Cockade.
For once, I was ready when Chris led me into The
Price of Love and it went very well.
It doesnt seem to matter that he plays the
Everly Brothers version while I play the Status Quo one!
Cramp nearly got the better of me with those bass
triplets, but it all turned out well.
We finished the night with audience participation,
singing Messing About on the River and that
Hawaiian, Maori, This is the Wedding, Hour, song. J
I drove home with Bob Dylan chatting to me, playing
great music from the likes of Roy Orbison and BB King.
What a good night!
Bye for now.
6 June 2008.
Trigg Bagman, Roger Hancock, wins the Chocolate Watch
this week for spotting my deliberate mistake.
"just a small point,
it is "Now is the HOUR", and it has a
verse in the MAORI language.
Someone else would point it out if I didn't.
Do you think I'll make any more mistakes or omissions?
Do you think anyone might spot them?
Good Trigg night tonight but also good to get home,
take my shoes off, and roll my socks down!
As the road wound towards Golant tonight, I kept
getting views of the sea. It took my breath away every time.
I like dancing at Golant. Tonight the tide was right!,
the skies were clear and there was a good crowd at The Fishermans Arms.
We danced on the 'patio'. A lovely spot for us and the audience.
A good set with some nice dancing.
After our practice (see April 3rd) you wouldn't
believe (well, you might) how well Ring'O'Bells seemed to be going,
yet how badly we finished.
I confess the hay seemed earlier than I expected, but
I did get back to my place (albeit by a route avoiding Chris's
panicked "panic-into-place") on time.
Pat and I (finally) had the 'heading up' spot on, but
no instruction followed. The team did a sort of heading down/ heading
out/ heading somewhere movement. We were all in place to raise our
sticks at the right time but, despite the practice, several people
wandered away when number two was keenly waiting to be handed the sticks!
It was a beautiful evening and it Golant turned into
our biggest photo-opportunity of the season!
The New Inn at Tywardreath also had a very big crowd.
Darts were on but it didn't matter because we stayed outside for
ages, and settled in the back room later.
Dancing went well and Dave threw himself into a dance
at every opportunity.
He did really well for his first season, but I'm not
sure his way of finishing Old Black Joe will catch on.
As usual, our big 'unbreakable' sticks took a
hammering. Unfortunately one of them broke, and a piece went flying off!
Ian was clearly extra-enthusiastic.
Before he broke it, one strike on Bobs stick caused
Bob to smack himself on the temple, It looked sore & he may have
a black eye in the morning.
(Can't have been Ian's fault, can it? Sounds to me
like Bob hit just himself on the head!)
We spent a while chatting outside with the local Campanologists
(I did chat but didn't want to join. They just don't
have great outfits, like us!)
and other followers and 'hangers on'.
Chris, Vic, Mick and Pat were all in good voice
tonight, and the team gave ready chorus, drawing the audience through
from the other bars.
Steve et al, looked after us well tonight with food,
and drinks later. I got annoyed with one guy though who refused to
listen to my "No, no, no, no NO!!!" as he poured beer into
With cheers of "More, more!", we did
THREE last songs but did finally get to put down our instruments, in
a happy room.
I recall someone saying to Cathy at one of our nights,
"But how often is it as good as this?"
She thought about it for a minute, and answered,
Big Manly Morris Men Hugs. Jim.
It may be the morning after the night before, but the
sky is blue and the sun is shining, here in the South West.
Trigg danced at Polperro last night.
As you might expect, I judged the time fine to drive
there and get parked up but, once again, misjudged how long it would
take me to walk down through the village.
I wasn't alone however, and took a lovely stroll with
the Luxulyan contingent.
The 8 O'clock bells were chiming before we arrived at
the Harbour but they did wait for us. Some wonder if Ian's late
arrival will make it to the 'black book'.
A small crowd for a Bank Holiday weekend but it was
dry and everyone was smiling.
Chris and Mick were both on holiday tonight so we
danced to (a poorly) Viv with 'Tina' (her concertina!), Lynn on the
recorder and Ivor's neighbour, Dave, on another concertina.
Dancing was good and the initial uncertain pace of the
musicians was actually refreshing and made us (me?) pay attention better!
We did 6 dances at 8 and stayed at the Harbour for a
beer for a second session at 9.
Pat was very impatient to restart, but, who listens to
a Morris Man with his sleeves rolled up? (Another Black Book offence?)
It was decided that we would do two or three to see if
an audience turned up, and, Blimey!, they did!
After frightening a small child who had his photo
taken with us, we wandered, discussing the magical fertility
properties of Morris Dancers hats, to the Old Millhouse on the Whotsit?
We only did a couple of dances in the narrow street
but served the purpose well of forcing passers by into the pub.
With diminished numbers, it was a quiet singing night
in the pub but went with a nice steady gait.
What was nice is, it was one of those nights when we
musicians could see in each others eyes, those moments when the magic
was working just right!
As usual Sidney's singing had the ladies entranced,
although, unusually for a Welshman, it was touch & go whether we
could get him to sing at all at first.
The night ended gently with 'Messing about on the
River' and 'Now is the Hour'.
Do you think the 'Maori Farewell Song' could have been
written by a Cornishman?
courtesy of Jim Hutchins
16 May at 7:08am
Last night was my local gig.
As you know, Trigg try to dance near the home of every
member of the group at some point during the season.
Although I moved, a few years ago, back to Plymouth,
Trigg come to dance as close as they can while still in Cornwall.
I let all my friends know about our performances by
text and email and and many lovely replies thanking me for warning
them where to avoid.:-)
(One friend did turn up, smashing the record of many
It may have been close but I still cut it close for timing.
I finished work at 6.30 and ate a snack (not very
healthy) while I decorated my hat (I think the pink flowers might
have been weeds!)
and changed into my Trigg gear.I left the house at
nearly 7.45 and raced over the Tamar Bridge.
There was a surprisingly large crowd by the Union Inn
in Saltash. I don't think it was just the presence of the Plymouth
Maids. I believe there was a busy youth function going on close by.
The youngsters we did attract to watch seemed to
thoroughly enjoy it but I don't expect we had any new converts to
The presence of the Plymouth Maids seemed a surprise
to most of us, but as usual added hugely to the spectacle of the
We alternated dances with them, so plenty of breathing
Ian was talking so much, he came up for one dance with
his hat still on his head, and no bells on! Since he's the keeper of
the 'black book', it'll
be interesting to see if it appears in the annual 'Mug
of the Year' discipline report!
The wellbeing of the Plymouth Maids was at risk while
Rob reversed out the car park, but one of their musicians guided him.
Rob told me later, he was a Plymouth Rat. I didn't
pretend to understand!
It was only a short drive to the Weary Friar at
Pillaton. A nice old 'meal pub' nestled near St Mellion.
Although it was a dry evening, the dusk seemed to
bring a bit of mist to the edge of the surrounding view.
I got chatting to a couple of lovely ladies and had to
be called several times to dance.
Since Maggie and May (Yes. Rod Stewart was mentioned!)
lived only 9 miles from Stanton Harcort,
our repertoire was duly amended to
include more Stanton Harcort dances.
It's always dangerous dancing Brighton Camp as it's
getting dark, but on this occasion, no blood was spilled.
Most importantly, the ladies thought we were wonderful!
Although most of us had never been to this pub, the
landlord & landlady gave us a lovely feed before we got stuck
into some music.
Washboard Pete was missing and Chris had to discipline
us on occasion about our sloppy endings!
Pat was back from his adventures and was in full voice tonight.
I particularly enjoyed Dream by the Everly Brothers
(and others) but abandoned playing bass so that I could sing the harmony.
Another highlight was, "I went to an alehouse I
used to frequent" to the tune of 'Daylight comes and I wanna go home'!.
Good Trigg, Eh?
Got home safely and quickly. Rather nice.
Take care. Jim.
May 9 at 1:20am
Do you know the song " If it wasn't for bad luck,
I'd have no luck at all!" ?
Missed last week after I'd been burgled.
Luckily they didn't steal my Bells and Wavers! :-)
(Although they did throw my Bass Guitar on the bed
with everything else they were piling up.)
Headed out to the Quarryman at Edmonton.
We had good weather today and I was really looking
forward to my first outing of the season.
Of course by the time I got there it was pi**ing down!
There was a really good crowd though, and they came
outside to see us, and the landlord laid on a barrel of beer for us!
With a couple of strategically placed red bar brollys
to protect musicians and Trigg men between dances, and many of the
audience in the 'tunnel',
we were 'Singin', and Dancin', in the rain.
Good, fun, set.
Pat was missing. Apparently he wasn't allowed on the
plane the first time when he was coming home from holiday, because he
had the sh**s (or something)
He did get to leave several days later.
When Ian held up a bag with a hat in, Alan did
volunteer ownership. Not me this time! :-)
After a song for the landlord we were in a rush to get
out the car-park.
I was near the back and most people were already
leaving when I got in my car.
I checked my mirror, and since Rob wasn't in reverse
yet, I reversed my car out of it's space.
While I was doing it, Rob clearly didn't do me the
same courtesy and his Volvo started moving towards me.
I couldn't get out of the way so held my hand on the
horn to get him to notice me.
He noticed me.
By the time we got to the Red Lion at St Kew Highway,
I was OK but Rob was decidedly queasy!
His Volvo was unscathed and my Xsara had the doors
It was really raining now so we used the dance floor
Plenty space but no height.
I think I came closest to doing damage with my stick.
Highlight for me was doing Brighton Camp in my usual
position at number six.
Chris, who normally fights me for that position, took
He looked scared!
I called out where I expected him to turn & hit as
He did so well (better than I would have), maybe he
was just humouring me.
An interesting if quiet sing song.
With you (Ben) and Pat missing, I missed the security
In my opinion there were too many songs about dogsh*t,
and the landlords song about a lady who killed people and cut them
up, did nothing to cheer me up.
With Robs details in my pocket :-), I drove safely home.
Stay in touch.
(I could picture you spending time with Matilda, nice
April 3 at 11:55pm
1st practice after Easter Monday outing. Season would
normally be starting but Easter very early this year so not going out
until May 1st ish.
Brought along a couple of good photos of Alan but he's
not there this week. I sent photos from Easter Monday to Bob for
website. He decided to send them to members as Pdf file but trashed
the compositions in the process. Poor Alan had his head and legs cut off!
The practice was devoted to Lichfield since we had
only risked Vandals on Easter Monday. Started with Sheriffs Ride.
Clear we needed to talk about feet & hands and
soon got back into the 'swing' of it.
Vic suggested we imagine a string tied from our hands
to our feet so that they swung backwards at the same time.
General feeling was that knicker elastic might be better.
New boys Andy & Dave keeping up well on these ones.
Hay very funny though! You only need one or two to
mess up to make everyone look like clowns and we got shouted at
throughout the evening! :o)
Vandals went OK (mostly) but we still had to do it
again and again.
I danced with Pat a lot tonight. Brilliant laugh.
We mostly went the right way for Heading Out but Roger
wouldn't let us in the first time.
"I'm here. Bugger Off", his general demeanor
implied as we pushed our way in (useful things sticks!).
It was pointed out afterwards that he should have been
over on the right.
But, hey, it was pointed out to Bob EVERY time
tonight, that he should have finished over on the right! Remember
ONLY numbers 5&6 go left. Easy eh?
Real buzz tonight and I found myself laughing a lot.
Asked Vic how on earth a bunch of guys, out for a
drink together, could ever conceive of what we do,
and then not only make it happen, but keep it
happening 37 years later.
I'm glad they did!
Bedtime. JPH. 2008-04-03
March 26 at 12:46am
24 March 2008
Trigg Grand Tour. Easter Monday.
(Had two years success texting Radio 2 for mention.
Tried email and text this year. No mention. Never mind.)
Cold and wet, but hey, Trigg have danced in the snow
(I havent aside from flurries of snow at
Lewannick one year.)
Sid handing out some nice rum.
Offered me some & when I reminded him I was now
over two years sober, he persisted saying Have a smell of it then!
Arrived at Launceston (36th year) not knowing what
wed be dancing on following major repairs to the town square.
Town Crier, Rob Tremain, there to greet and introduce
Good audience despite crap weather.
Ground good to dance. Plenty space & no problems
with new cobbles.
Used my little camera to record public performance of
Litchfield, Vandals of Hammerwich. Went really well. Dont look
too closely at upload on YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jGG67_CHbQ
Nice set at The Archer, Lewannick.
(Arrived by a slightly different route - rough
wooing going on between Squire, Ivor, and the new bus driver).
Rain stays off while we dance at Blisland.
Choking a bit with as downhill side keep
getting smothered with smoke from charity barbecue!
Music good but over too quickly (again) & time to
get on bus to Lanhydrock.
Delayed because Lynn has taken the dog for a walk.
I'm sure Peter seems ready to leave without her, but
shes walking down the road towards us as the coach pulls away.
(She also has Rhiannon with her. Im not
convinced her dad, Taffy, & granddad, Sid, have noticed shes
Large crowd assembled in front of Lanhydrock house and
welcomed at gatehouse as we park up.
Usual rush round the side to the toilets before we
process up the path to our audience.
Sun comes out and we dance well despite usual gravel underfoot.
Suddenly realise second dance is a stick dance and
dispatch apprentice back to the coach to get them.
Swap dances 2 & 3 round & audience is unaware
of our oops!
New venue for cuppa above café & handy for toilets!
Nice session in the disabled car park (lots of cars
this year) but team clearly tiring (video available!).
Really cold at Lostwithiel but welcome warm, with 15
pints of beer already lined up on the tables when we arrived.
As usual, at last spot, dance selection leans to the exotic.
Carried off well until Trigger does impromptu (well,
to the rest of us, anyway) solo jig.
Maybe we spent money training the wrong man (species?).
Usual music session with visiting musicians du jour.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig!
Good Night. JPH. 2008-03-25