I used to think so
This year I went to Sidmouth for the first time and one of the most enduring memories is the morris dancing teams from one end of the Esplanade to the other. The huge crowds watching didn't think they were crap, and after a couple of days neither did I. They were there entertaining people, through rain and hot sun. By the end of the week I wanted to be a stick weilding black faced Shropshire Bedlam or an Ouse Washes Molly Dancer. Lifes too short to be cynical about everything and one thing about most of them Morris dancers is they are far fitter than me and without the beerbelly.