I seem to recall that it was Noreen's supper that made us go widdershins in the first place! It worked OK for a bit, but late arrivals, trips to the rest room, the bar, and returnees from the ceilidh confused things. Then we had the volume (quality?) competition with the free reed mafia in the other bar!

But WE didn't sing "Wild Rover"!

I blame the beer, it made some assertive, some impervious, and some just plain oblivious.

And as for the melodeon player...........?