When I was at college, we did a (probably not terribly accurate) version of the St. George play. I was the dragon, and was slain in grand fashion, bashing my head on the edge of the stage in my death throes.

On another note, my significant other and I went to the rather silly St. Patrick's Day parade here in Portland, Maine, where they started off with a pipe and drum corps playing "Scotland the Brave." There was a lot of confusion when we started wishing all and sundry a happy late St. Andrew's Day. It being the States, nobody got the joke.