If the Six Nations teaches us anything, it's that there's no such thing as an unpatriotic Welshman. This manifests itself in the obligatory red shirts, the earnest, eyes-closed rendition of 'Bread of Heaven...', the giant leeks, daffodil hats and the annual public wheeling out of Max Boyce. Drinks: Have a quick sip of stout when you spot any of the above.