Hmmm. I was in Bristol and I phoned home to see what was happening (all parades cancelled due to foot-and-mouth, but the pub was gearing up for a big day of it). After meeting my Other Half who had flown in for the weekend (and was held for a while at the airport on suspicion of being Irish in a built up area) we carefully picked our way around the pubs which were full of rugby fans and people in giant Guinness top hats. So we took ourselves off to a party instead, left that after an hour (and a half-bottle of gin), took ourselves home and had tea and toasted soda bread. Possibly the quietest Paddy's Day I've had in ages.