Life in a small town.

Mad Friday! The last Friday before Christmas, when all the local workers have their Christmas "do". All the pubs and restaurants of our little town are full of chrismas parties. The celebrants spill over onto the street and mingle with the local youth. A general pub crawl ensues. There is fighting, dancing, singing, fancy dress, snogging, throwing up and passing out. The girls from the Co-op hurl insults at the hairdressers from the high street, egged on by the lads from the tyre fitters. In recent years the Police have taken notice and increased their presence to three officers, they stroll along the street chatting up tinsel trimmed girls and warning teenage lads to "just cool it". At around midnight we older celebrants head for our warm beds, the younger end order taxis and head off to the fleshpots of Halifax.
Next week the banner headlines of the local paper will shout the extent of the debauchery,- a broken window, a man taken into custody, an abulance called to the scene, graffiti on the bus shelter.
Mad Friday. It seems to have started casually, but is now a tradition. Does it happen everywhere?