I went to a formal dinner in Winchester College once where you had to change seats half way through.
This was actually a fucking result as for the first bit I was stuck with a whispering American professor and a junior science master who was the least socially-competent person I'd ever met (this was before I'd even been to a B4$H).
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:06, 1 reply, 12 years ago)

That's another problem with these things; I usually seem to get placed next to someone whose life I can't be arsed feigning interest in.
Or in other words, sit there with my eyes glazing over whilst they talk about their extension/holiday/annoying children/work.
( Slippery Mick ‏, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:09, Reply)

One of these cunts wouldn't shut up about Bunsen Burner injuries
The other one could have said anything as I didn't hear a single word. After about 50 'pardons' it gets too embarrassing to say it again.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 11 Sep 2013, 17:11, Reply)