I go to a local soul night. The organisers play from a lap top but always have a couple of good local DJs playing original vinyl. It's not a bad night until about 11 o'clock and one of the organisers plays Frank Wilson, at which point all the Div's rush to the dance floor beer in hand, by this time they have had a few, and start throwing themselves around the floor, totally oblivious of anyone else and spilling beer all over the place. Needless to say this is the at which I leave. I would estimate that at least half the people attending could be categorised as Div's.