Walcott Nation Day
I used to love the annual declaration of independence by the traders of Walcott Street in Bath.
Proudly carrying my passport, I would get wonderfully pissed on fantastic ale at the Bell's open-air bar, listening to bands and, later on in the day, watching people suck balloons until they walked into walls laughing.
That was when the Hat and Feather was a real (if disreputable) music pub instead of a wine bar/restaurant.
I'm getting old...