After a brief mopesome interlude spent investigating the palms of her hands Polly Gillespie got snagged on a fiddle line and took to her feet again and tried out a dance step that was unusual in style and not like anybody had ever seen before. Her arms flailing banshee-like. Her neck swivelling. Eyes popping like a swamp frog’s. Little feet stomping off in this direction. Now that. Hips moving like ooh-la-la. Then she threw up right in the middle of it all. I don’t know if this one’ll catch on, Tom Rourke said.
