This weekend is Chilbi in our village - The Parish Fair.
The parish fair originated as an autumn fertility festival/harvest festival and was eagerly adapted to Christian purposes in the early middle ages for the church consecration.

Observing the festivities this morning at 4 a.m. it occurred to me, that even though the church has forgotten the origins of this festival, modern youth hasn't.
Watching the mating rituals of those inebriated bodies, writhing to the sound of Eric Clapton's 'You're Wonderful Tonight', it became obvious, that alcohol had made everyone oblivious to the buckets of apples, the pumpkins and the wheat-sheaves that had originally been a suitable decoration for a religious gathering.

Your place, or mine?
I wonder how many virgins were sacrificed last night ...