To calm things down a bit, John and Len started to dance Shepherd's Hey to the death (the only tune that Bill could remember). It was just beginning to get boring (left toe, left instep, left heel, etc.) when John trod on the dog's tail, purely to liven up the proceedings, and got bitten for his trouble, so that put an end to that. Bill and one of the Germans did a remarkable sword dance involving stepping on either side of a rapper, lain on the floor, without kicking it.

At one point Toddy dropped his glasses in the fire, turned and picked them up without losing step. Alan (II) did 6 forward rolls and danced off into the darkness of a neighbouring field, while Mick followed this up with 6 forward rolls, dancing into the side of the van, (well, after 6 forward rolls and a few beers you tend to lose your sense of direction). In the end, the forward rolls proved too much for Alan, who failed to get up after the 20th, leaving Mick to celebrate his victory with a final arse-burning leap over the fire.

Ach so! Back to the barbecue, during which our heroes went through just about every dance known to the Earls. Mick finally went through the initiation ceremony of dancing opposite Chris in "Lads a Bunchum", and suffered for it.

Andy got everyone up to perform a sword dance - with sticks! Apart from a couple of minor errors all went well until they tried to make a lock - it just can't be done! But this was followed successfully (just - they'd been drinking steadily for quite a while) by some rapper from Toddy, Alan and Andy. "Vandals" featured John and Mick trying to smash each others sticks, while Maggie got her hands severely rapped in "Shooting" - (never done it before). Siegmar and his pal didn't do too badly, either, in that one.

"Come on, you lazy lot," shouted John from the comfort of his perch by the fire. "Flowers - to the death'" - "How does that one go?" asked Mick naively. "Just gerrin dere an' do it - you'll soon pick it up." Yes, and how! What with jumping up and down, RTBs, forward rolls, splits, Cossack leaps, jumping over the fire, RTBs with breeze block in each hand, it's a wonder nobody was hurt. (Tough breed these Morris men).