I have sampled public opinion over at the Masons Arms - regular haunt of some Britain's most rabid, reactionary, foul-mouthed, and downright obnoxious senior drinkers (readers of the now hidden, and therefor disused, Grumpy Old Men forum may remember this place). The majority opinion, with one exception, was that the ceremony was "effing, beebing brilliant". Everyone had their own favourite bit. One very popular snippet was the pouring out of molten metal at the iron foundry and its casting into 5 golden rings (and yes, they knew it wasn't real iron - but it looked like it).