No. They were going to dance at my wedding but pulled out at the last minute. Their official reason was that I was born in Oxford, not Abingdon, but I think there may have been something else behind it. I was quite pleased they didn’t come, to be honest. Didn’t fancy a bunch of beardies drinking all the booze.
Apparently my grandpa on my father’s side could do that kicking dance the Slavs are known for. Cossack dancing. But I never saw it, myself. He was in his 70s by the time I started retaining memories, so hitting that deep of squat and hopping around for my entertainment was surely out of the question.