Ethan the caller

“Grab your partner by the wing, move to the left and give her a swing. Point your antenna to the sky, blow a bubble and give her try!”. I heard these southern American tones as I was looking for some ladybirds one day, I was intrigued. “Ace of diamoinds, jack of spade. Grab 3 legs and promenade”, the chant continued unabated. “Keep it down, mate!” I said as I saw the fly “What is that racket?”. “S’that how y’all talk to super sturs over here in London” said this tiny fly in a striped jacket “Dy’all know who you’s talkin’ to, I’m Ethan Cornett.” I waited for further information, who the hell was Ethan Cornett, and who would ever name their child after a chemical compound? “Ethan Cornett, Texas’ foremost diptera line dancin’ caller, yee ha!” came an answer to a yet unasked question. So that’s what that unearthly noise was, as a city boy I never could get the idea of synchronised American country music dancing, ouch. “Oh” I said, “welcome to Nottingham” (why did he think everywhere in the UK was called London?). “What you doing over here?” I asked, feigning interest “I’m practising for the gig tonight, in the other garden” came the instantaneous reply “Dosey doe and turn around, scrape your abdo on the ground” . I had no idea if he was good or not, I found myself walking backwards, screaming internally for the inane rhyming to stop. Eventually the noise faded to an annoying buzz, I gave up photography for that day... Where’s the peacemaker??

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