I went to a 'local' charity event a few years ago to show willing so's to speak.
Aside from the cloud of Johnson's that engulfed the room everytime "Sharon" and her mates waddled onto the floor , pints in hand , the clincher was the music stopping halfway through to allow a massive pizza delivery to be spread on a waiting table and a "buffet-stampede" to ensue ...
The heady mix of talc and pepperoni had me skedaddling in an instant ...