That bit at the end of a scottish wedding...

when they hoist the bride and groom and ye olde runrig is foisted upon the assembled and we clap, stomp and go in and go out and folk are generally so drunk, knackered and happy and think how fast the day went and what work was involved and we should do this again.....

i've got brusies on my arms from the scottish country dancing, whisky fueled, bekilted males in their 20's are the worst for flinging the lassies about, expecially during strip the willow, boy i was out of breath, much prefer a silver fox!!!