In my view - Scottish Country Dancing

Wedding season is definitely upon us.

Last Friday I had the joy and privilege of being part of one of my best friends wedding as a groomsman. Those of you that follow me directly on Twitter may have already seen how dapper I look in a kilt along with the groom and best man. We made sure that the man of the hour made it in plenty of time.

I’m sure most of you have been to weddings and been a part of a wedding before but this is what I would class as my first ‘grown up’ wedding. My one job for the day was to make sure the rings arrived and were handed over as vows were exchanged. A part that I nailed with utmost precision, dedication and fear. After the ceremony, pictures and meal came the evening entertainment.

Now I’m not sure what Scottish Country Dancing was like for anyone else in Kincardine and Mearns but at my school in Aberdeen, Scottish Country Dancing was frowned upon by everyone. This included the PE teachers who taught it for two weeks of the year and looked like they didn’t want to be there either.

The dance I had to learn fastest was, the dance to prevent oneself getting smacked in the genitals. It may sound crude, but boys will be boys at that age and apparently nothing is funnier to a juvenile than hitting someone square in the .....well you know where I’m going with that.

Now I feel like I am at a disadvantage when it comes to Ceilidh’s and Weddings due to the lack of Scottish Country Dancing I ‘learned’ at school. My better half was appalled when I told her the story of the classes and how I wasn’t even sure which one was the Gay Gordons. As it turns out it’s the one where you go forward three, back three, spin around and carry on again right? The Gay Gordon’s is the only one I can name as well. I did another dance at the wedding that involved being in a three and doing what can only be described as a ‘do-si-do’, I must of looked like a right dafty.

Is it normal around the North East not to know much Scottish Country Dancing? Is it more a central belt thing or am I in the minority and need to buck up?

While being hopeless at Scottish Country Dancing, I am even more hopeless at regular dancing like the majority of my other male friends. If you are looking for a visual image of what this dancing may look like then picture an injured penguin holding a cupboard.

A few more of my friends are currently engaged but I’ve got a while yet till the next wedding. Enough time to brush up on my dance moves. Let me know your thoughts lee.mccann@jpress.co.uk.