Precisely this.
I once attended a meal for 18 of us, where one bottle of wine was consumed, while all the 30-somethings pushed their food around their plates, not eating because they're on a diet, and discussed how awful the poverty in Africa is.

The host's girlfriend then came 'round each single person and checked what they'd had, and exactly what they owed.

I'd like to think in part this was because Mrs Vagabond and I were knocking back the beers.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 16:58, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

so what was the high point of your hol, Vagisil?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:04, Reply)

Watching sun rise in Monument Valley.
Listening to the most awesome piano blues in N'Awlins, by a chap that made Tom Waits look like Elton John, drinking bourbon on the balcony of our room, using the remote control to open and shut our curtains until Mrs V told me to stop it.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:08, Reply)

I've never been to New Orleans and I reckon it's the place for me

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:11, Reply)