And dancing. My ancestors are supposed to be the Celtas (Celts) that crossed the channel and landed in the British Isles. Between the dancing of the Irish and the bagpipes like the Scottish, some credence must be given to the idea.
I did this one while visiting my grandparent and under heavy alcoholic influence. It took me all of 30 seconds to land hard on my ass and decide that I was not cut for it. My wife will attest that I can’t dance worth crap.