Summer Balls
My abiding memory of the Linton Summer Ball in the very early eighties was in the early hours of the morning with the Padre walking about "laying out" those poor souls who had become "tried and emotional" and simply collapsed where they stood whilst a certain QFI (whose Father may, or may not have been a well known cartoonist) was hootin' and roarin' and playing Honky Tonk on the piano. Happy (ish) days. CB