OK, if you insist!
20 years ago I lived in a city, just an ordinary guy but I had a fairly decent job related to the music industry, I had a car and could bluff the guitar reasonably well. I met this girl who kept horses and she said "lets move out to the country" so I agreed. I bought a house and moved way out to the stixs to a village called Brinsley. Brinsley is a tough old ex mining town in Nottinghamshire, UK but it's a lovely rural spot and cheap living. Unfortunately The locals don't like strangers and the men are real men and like to keep their ladies in check, if you know what I mean. Anyway, the relation doesn't work out so there I was a single guy, decent job, nice house, transport, gigging musician and the centre of attention for the first time in my life! I start to get attention from the ladies, I'm nothing special to look at but as most of the guys in Brinsley are a bit short on life options they ain't exactly happy about this.
One night I'm in the pub, just being friendly with a few of the girls and I need to take a leak. The next thing I know two guys have got me against wall outside, one gets right in my face just before I get the kicking and says "who the f*uk do you think you are? The Prince Of fuc%$ng Brinsley!" LOL!
POB stuck and It makes me smile thinking back about it. I moved away soon after that but I did end up marrying one of the local girls!