June 5, 2008, 7:40 a.m. (Message 52693, in reply to message 52692)
In my [admittedly limited ] experience, Agnes is absolutely right. I was dancing in Bath and decided to enter the 'National' dance class at the Bristol Eisteddfod. I was 16 and so was competing in the '16years and over' class with about 8 lassies from Bristol dancing schools.When I was declared the winner, the atmosphere from the mums was absolutely poisonous. This was repeated when I again won the following year, so I decided to stop before I was 'kneecapped' or worse. I think that there were two problems: 1) I was an outsider, and 2) they had probably been competing against each other from a tender age in the several dance classes, and had established a pecking order as to who would probably win which class, and I upset that. Not on one of those occasions, but at the end of my very first demonstration of solo swords, I clipped the hilt as I was backstepping out and the point came up to about 45 degrees before gravity asserted itself. A frisson certainly went through the audience - while the edge was not particularly sharp, the point certainly was. This links with Pia's comments of "a bit of Wow." and " but phew they didn't." Andrew Smith, Bristol, UK.