Sailors’ songs provide the perfect soundtrack for the G7 summit | G7
As Britain weighs anchor from Europe and sets sail in the choppy waters of independence filled with bravado, alcohol and bad dentistry, forcing workers’ protections to step back from the board and eager to steal the business of other countries, it is fitting for G7 leaders to have fun on the beach with chants from local slum sailors Du Hag Owr at their Cornish summit this week. The Shanties are, after all, the perfect Brexit soundtrack: brash, reckless and foggy for the 1850s.
Our esteemed visitors may already be aware of this tradition of debauchery folk labor chanting used to synchronize work on merchant ships as early as the 15th.e century, especially if they represent a country that was colonized by the tensions of Blow the Man Down. During their 19e At the height of the century, a lively young Joe Biden might have even sang as he mopped the mop on the deck of a mower with large sails.
However, they are unlikely to experience the recent resurgence of the genre in the UK, driven by a TikToker named Nathan Evans posting a video of himself on December 19 singing.e century New Zealand whaling song Soon the Wellerman Come accompanied only by a thigh kick. As other TikTok users added harmonies, violins, and dance remixes, the clip went viral and copier slums swept across the nation, with good reason. The isolations of maritime life echoed those of confinement, and songs of collective effort to overcome difficult voyages naturally forged bonds between the men with curly mustaches slapping orange crates everywhere.
The slum comes with some unconventional forms of political etiquette. Roars are expected, shocks encouraged, although the uproar should be left to the discretion of each delegate. Formal greetings can include both sides swinging 360 degrees by the elbow or clicking mugs (cheers optional). As John Kanaka’s thunderous performances by London’s premier punk slum dealers Skinny Lister demonstrated, you just have to stop yelling “too-ye-ayyy-AH!” to the top of my lungs to heartily swallow the bottle of communal rum and circulate it. It may not be the best time, all in all, to rush trade deals.
Leaders should also be prepared for some culture shock with the 19e maritime brotherhood of the century. If a random singer spits out a “T’me!” Loud and incongruous, he does not refer to South Park. It was a common practice for the slums to pass a frank and un-gentlemanly judgment on the virtue of women in various cities around the world, so it is simply honoring the tradition for Boris Johnson of screaming loudly, hitting the air and smile at such times. And when the group complains of poor wages, unsanitary working conditions, cramped and depressing transportation, and the resulting pervasive alcohol and addiction problems, smile and drink. For once you are clear.