I went to the Winter Carnival in Quebec City a few times back in the Eighties with a bunch of people, and that was the first time I had ever seen a Vuvuzela...the streets rang with them, everyone had them, but for some reason, it was never like the sound of a stadium full of angry hornets at 170 decibels. It was just drunken, intermittent honking.
It was also the first time I had ever seen Bon Homme...and the Bon Homme canes filled with liquor!
