A few weeks ago, we held a Morris Ring meeting based on the sleepy village of Sutton Bonnington. Consider the following:
Over a hundred blokes of all ages off the leash; six barrels of free beer at the village hall plus a variety of booze with meals; pub serving until the Gods know what hour in the morning; music sessions going on right left centre and up the chuff coupled with a basic and heart-felt desire to go on the screaming p*ss for an entire weekend. And the alcohol and music-fuelled violence? The Upton on Severn stick dance. Shome mishtake, shurely...

Oh yes, and the people of the village welcomed us to their parish church and then followed us to the pub to watch the final display. So we obvoiusly weren't wanted there then.