I didn't know any of that!

The following is absolutely true and it even has a postal reference as well.......... It is DR5 HRT.

No seriously the postal reference is that the whole sorry tale happened at our local Post Office, New Year party, when I was working as a (hippie) postman.

I worked in a smaller office and did not know the majority of the other postmen at the party. My wife and I had some problem with the people at table next to us, they thought that she had knocked one of their coats on the floor or something. No words were spoken to us but there was a lot of muttering going on.

There must be something deep and tribal about the Hokey Cokey, for it was during this dance that the whole thing reached crisis point.

For those that are not aware of this dance, part of it involves linking with the people either side of you and the circle of people goes in to meet in the middle and that out again. It was during one of the passes in that my wife's foot accidentally caught the knee of the chap from the next table.

The circle then went out again.

He obviously thought that she had done this on purpose for when the circle came in again, I saw him quite deliberately make a bee-line for my wife and kick her on the knee.

The circle then went out again.

Katrina, still in some pain, bravely continued to link hands and we started to go in again.

I was a little worse for wear from the liquid refreshment, and I saw it then as I still see it in my memory now, in slow motion...... One does not stand for that sort of behaviour from a chap to ones wife, my thinking went.

I had plenty of time to concentrate my aim on the way in and I swung freely and caught him square in the 'mailbox'.

The dance (and the party) appeared to end at that point, amid scenes rather like those of a John Wayne movie, bar-room brawl.

Hence the title of that song 'Blame It On The Hokey Cokey'.....(The Dance Of Love)... Or was that the Bossa Nova? .......You have been warned.

Bert

Is it Deja Vu or have we been here before?