Yeah, I remember those dark days, the time we now know as "B.F" (Before Flatley). You'd go out clubbing and we never put our hands in the air like we just didn't care, because Michael hadn't shown us the light. We'd just keep them rigid by our sides while we hopped about the dancefloor.
Oh wait, he meant Irish dancing! I see. Of course, he obviously confined his observation of traditional dancing to feiseanna and other formal talent shows, because if he'd actually gone to a ceili - the place where you'd actually see ordinary people performing traditional Irish dancing in a spontaneous way, not in a fucking concert populated by ringleted freaks in velvet frocks - he would have seen people swinging from the bloody rafters, because set dancing is all about using your arms, and bouncing about the place linked with other people. It's absolutely fantastic fun, too. But apparently my days of lepping about the place in Irish language summer colleges (so well documented in the national press) never happened. For Flatley says it's so! And he, if Libby Purves and her guests are to be believed, is an expert in all things Irish.
Because fter this nauseating display of arrogance and willful ignorance, we were treated to the sound of the idiotic guests saluting this orange-faced buffoon like he'd dragged Ireland out of the dark fucking ages. "Wasn't Ireland a very strict, conservative country then?" asked one. I mean, Riverdance debuted at the Eurovision in early summer 1996. It was the end of my third year of college, and believe me, if you wanted to know just what a repressed conservative country we were back then, you should have looked outside the Pav on a Friday night. Or rather, at all the used condoms in the murky corners at the edge of the cricket pitch. But no, apparently we were all praying to the Pope every night and having a baby every five minutes when we weren't at Mass or chained to the kitchen sink. And so the nation was shocked - shocked, I tell you! - by Flatley's daring. Especially his outrageous "arm moving", which if he is to believed was headline news for months on end, something which has definitely escaped my memory (and actually, I'm not sure he was even the choreographer, and he certainly wasn't the only dancer, but hey). Anyway, we were all tradition-bound peasants, but what we needed was an orange-faced American to tell us what to do, and it worked because look, now we're Europe's economic success story! And we owe it all to Michael Flatley. Thanks Michael!