A Day in the Life of a Swordsman

Another day, another performance in a pub. There would be the usual equipment checks such as shiny shoes, pressed trousers and ironed waistcoats. John wondered if he turned up disobeying the checks; would the performance be cancelled? It wasn’t as if they had an army of dancers queuing to take his place. No, he loved these men like brothers; and he would be frightened to disappoint them. But at least he didn’t have to polish the swords. But he wished they could show their talents away from the traditional platforms of folk festivals and traditional pubs. He’d once suggested that they do a street demonstration in the shopping centre; or even audition for Britain’s Got Talent, but his ideas got laughed at by the more traditional members. It therefore wasn’t surprising that they often thought of folding. John would often think of joining in but his roots were too deep with this tradition. The show must go on…