Smokey:
Don and Will, I can't resist taking the liberty of pointing you toward the work of my all-time hero Vivian Stanshall, "Sir Henry at Rawlinson End". There's both a film and an album, slightly different in every sense. I'm almost sure it would appeal to you both. English eccentricity at its finest.

I know it well. My last personal encounter with VS was at a village hall dance near Esher, back in the early 70s. Our band was the booked act, and Viv and a few friends had turned up, unasked, to play as an unofficial support. Viv sober was a lovely man. Viv not sober...

Unfortunately, although the performance (jazz-ish) was terrible, he was surrounded by some very sycophantic and vociferous "friends", who egged his lot to play on, and on, and on... We eventually did 15 minutes, collected our money and drove back to London and home. An evening to remember; when I next met him - back to normal and his usual self - he couldn't remember any of it. The Rawlinsons, of course, were one of the guest acts on "The Intro and The Outro"!