The next village to us has been a bit lively lately.
At the rugby match last week there was a fight in the crowd with one man being knocked out.
Graffiti appeared round the village accusing a local man of some vile things. Said individual reckoned he knew who was responsible and at school turning out time went down there and took an axe to the graffiti artist's car.
On a lighter (but sad) note, the landlord of the local pub has developed dementia.
This has led him to come downstairs and walk amongst the assembled diners and drinkers dressed only in his underpants.
What next?