ONCE you leave a major city or town, the level of entertainment on offer falls off a cliff. Here’s what people in the middle of nowhere have to pretend to enjoy because it’s that or a Harvest Festival.
A Kings of Leon cover band in the pub
Advertised four months in advance, the local pub’s idea of a special event is booking a Kings of Leon tribute act. Punters reluctantly cough up the £3 entrance fee and soon they’re watching a fat, middle-aged man massacre Sex on Fire while regulars chat as normal. Okay, Beyonce isn’t planning an outdoor gig at Tutbury Cricket Club, but surely it didn’t have to come to this?
The car boot sale
If you think the high street is dying in cities, try your average rural shopping experience. It’s a post office and a chemist’s if you’re lucky, so instead there’s a car boot sale. Set up on the local playing field, everyone in the village gets up at 6am to sell shit they don’t want and buy shit they don’t need from their friends and neighbours. Strangely your partner isn’t happy with the birthday present you got her: a dirty vase and a Jethro DVD.
Tea afternoons
Every other Saturday the church is filled to the rafters with coffin dodgers who come in for a nice cup of tea and a bitch about something someone did in 1974. The menu is simple – cakes and tea or Nescafe, all 50p. There’s no app to collect points, you can forget about a green tea matcha frappe, there’s no wifi code and there’s one freezing toilet with a massive iron key. Also the vicar keeps coming over to have an awkward conversation. You might stick with Starbucks.
Whatever is happening in the village hall
What a smorgasbord of entertainment it provides. In the average week you could do something different every night, almost. Monday: bingo. Tuesday: Zumba with a surprisingly fat teacher. Wednesday: heckle the parish council meeting. Thursday: Boy Scouts (if age-appropriate, no paedos). Friday: Film Night, which is yet again showing, for reasons no one understands, the 2019 musical drama Fisherman’s Friends.
Amateur sporting rivalries
Out in the sticks the drama can reach fever pitch as two monumentally shit amateur sports teams face off. The playing fields turn into Twickenham when rugby teams from two miles apart clash. If Twickenham had a much smaller crowd and far fewer red trousers. But the main event is the clash between darts or pool teams from different pubs in the same village. Sadly no one has thought to put it on Sky.