general jack o'niell wrote:such behaviour wouldn't have been allowed in the vandal's day, decorum at all times, one look would have stopped their nonsense
With the Minister and local constable on the door, it was self policing. And if there was any nonsense, they'd roll up their sleeves, cast the hat and dog-collar aside and invite you out to the old hay barn that adjoined the hall and provide you with a comprehensive guide to the solar system.
Quite a clever concept even by todays multimedia standards, seeing stars on a cloudy night!!!
If you really overstepped the mark, they would probably summon Mr 'Biff' from the dance floor. The 'Pasodoble' was nothing compared to the 'Twist' that you would receive prior to the hydraulic 'Ram' that was certain to bounce you over the threshold and into Mr 'Red Robert' Paterson's wall across the yard, before teaching you the finer points of the 'Canadian Barn Dance'.
I do remember that the special constables were not quite as well versed and one in particular was removed head first through an open window being used by some gentlemen from Campbeltown who were using it to gain access. The money saved on the entry fee had usually been pre-allocated to purchasing half bottles of Smirnoff for the impressionable young ladies also attending the hop.
The time-served PC was able to anchor the said gentleman's ankles within the confines of the main hall and successfully managed to re-patriate him, minus his chequered bonnet. If my memory serves me correctly, the good General's oldest brother may have been working on the inside, armoured with a stout white carrier bag, heavily laden with the finest electric soup.
JD was possibly there also, although he didn't hold the esteemed rank in the crime prevention panel at this point in history.