Celia Waldron writes in todays Telegraph magazine about social vertigo or the urge to act in appropriately at a social/formal gathering as a backlash against always doing the right thing and becoming a little tired of it.
In find my mind wanders off into al sorts of 'what would happen if I....' scenarios on social occasions but so far apart from telling the risqué joke I haven't done anything as bizarre as dancing a can-can or falling under the table and singing sea shanties - have you?
Last weekend, in Rutland, the first statue in Britain of the late Elizabeth II was unveiled.
I've got another 'keen'... Ouch!
Well Labour’s “patriotism” didn’t last very long, did it? 🇬🇧
What are these orange stains that have appeared on my hands overnight?