I live in a coastal village that relies on incomers and holidaymakers to survive. All industry in the area disappeared by the 1960s and farming and retail are the only real alternatives to the tourist economy. There are lots of places like that now. Most of the locals, themselves migrants from other parts of the country, or horror upon horror, from England; accept each other with kindness. However, there are a few like the stereotype character Bryn, who view outsiders as the source of all ills. I guess Brexit amplified their views. Anyway, I took these ingredients, including the overfamiliar wife of a quiz partner, (whose husband I discovered afterwards was serving penance for an affair) as source material for the story.
Sadly, there was no post victory celebration of the type Vic enjoyed, but in most blokes imaginations, things like that do happen.