Gaorsach Rapper and Step are an all female rapper and step team. Well, the dancers are all female anyway. We decided to let male musicians into the fold, simply because Andy was such a grand Northumbrian Pipes player, knew what rapper swords were, and is generally enthusiastic about the whole thing. What more could a team want out of a musician?

The dancers are made up of all sorts of folk, from the very experienced dancers, through to those who have only just been conned into taking a sword into their hands and waving it randomly about their head.

Clur is currently the team squire, and rumour has it her weekend hobbies include reducing hardened drill sergeants to tears. But she's a lovely spangle filled person really, so don't let her put you off....

Beth is Captain of Swords, and we're all slightly worried about her propositions to make us all wear monkey costumes. We're sure she's joking. But then again... It's that glint in her eye that has us all worried. I'd keep watching the photo pages. You never know.

Ali is no longer our secretary, as she decided that she would get married and emigrate!! What's all that about that? No team commitment some people. However, Ron very kindly stepped into the Ali shaped hole that was briefly left, and is now full time team secretary as she wasn't quick enough to palm the job off onto someone else at the AGM. The fact that we waited until she went to the bar to nominate her is entirely besides the point.

This shift to secretary, however, does mean that Ron is no longer the person we all buy beer for. That would now be Lesley. Having agreed to be treasurer, she now holds the cheque book, does our accounts, and generally holds the purse strings. Hmmm. Maybe now is a good time to see if we can get things past her before Ron warns her otherwise...

Andy is chief musician type, despite having left us to live in the deep south (near Dundee). He still turns up though, plays fab tunes when asked, at the right speed, and seems to know what Clur's frantic nods and hand movements towards him mean in the middle of dances. Grand.

The rest of the team is made up of folk who do an awful lot (or not!), but don't have an official title. This is possibly to escape the finger of suspicion in the event of a bizarre court case involving swords, pint glasses and men in short trousers. You can't blame them really.