I was telling my husband about a street party at 2 in the morning that was going on down the road where we live. It seemed quite a spontaneous bash full of incredibly drunk people who presumably had nowhere to go (i didn't actually enquire as to why they had gathered). Anyway - one of the chaps brought out a double bass and started playing rifts from it and the whole street started singing, dancing, very drunkenly to the tunes being played by the bassist and other instruments joined in, etc, etc.
My husband who had just come back from 2 weeks of working in a hospital in luton laughed and pointed out that it could only possibly be eccentric cambridge types that pull out double-basses during ad-hoc street parties. (Most other university cities are desperately trying to stop the onset of racist riots, date rape and football hooliganism).
Living here has made me comparatively soft - although i still notice that i'm a hard person and could still kick the shit out of most of the men here. Because that's how you should measure yourself - by who you can beat up, the universal marker of success.