Oddly enough, we were due to attend a morris-dancing maypole event in our village today, until projectile-vomiting kids scuppered the plan. I'm mildly relieved mind you - I find the undercurrent to these things mildly sinister.
On the 17th, I'll be caricaturing hordes of kids at a school-fund-raiser in Shrewsbury. If they have any morris dancing going on, I may discreetly bash a pig's bladder a couple of times, in quiet celebration of this momentous day.