Well I think that the "English ping-pong and prance society" is a wonderful org. but as said previously, it's not too much use if you don't live in the "Great Metrollops" of nodnoL. I used to go to The Cellar every Saturday, when Jack and Margaret King ran it, but that was when Quentin Hogg was a piglet, and I don't know what happens there now.
"With his digit stuffed, firmly in his ear,
He hogs the bloody floor"
Sing along now children you all know the tune.
Failte...Giok