I know, I know - yawns from the cheap seats as he goes on about bloody morris dancing again. Sorry folks - this morris thing has just rather got to me.
And to Mrs The Millbrooker. And to Dozybean.
Thursday last saw the anarcho-morris warriors of the Wreckers invading the normally peaceful and calm village of North Hill (in the northern territories near Launceston (for the benefit of overseas readers, including those in Devon, that's pronounced "Laanson" ).
Anyone who was around the Cornish borders on Thursday will know that it was, to use the vernacular, hissing down. The rain was coming down in stair rods and the prospect of damp dancing in a bleak and deserted pub car park loomed.
Little did we know, as Mrs The Millbrooker drove a car full towards the Racehorse Inn, that the Wreckers always seem to have a plan B. In this case, plan B consisted of taking over the bar and dancing inside - it might have been hot, but at least it wasn't wet.
The car full consisted of Dozybean, A-ninny who was visiting Dozy for a few days and The Wizzers of Soz who was on a flying visit to see her mama and me.
Enough of my waffle - here are the photos that I know you've been desperate to see, and that you knew were coming..
Enter Dozybean, A-Ninny and The Wizzers of Soz into the proceedings. Dozy and A-Ninny are in the centre at the back of this shot wearing tatters borrowed from generous Wreckers.
St Nonna's ale from the Penpont Brewery of Bodmin Moor, mmm mmm mmm.