Continuing a Series of…
… things which I have said in a slightly louder voice than I originally intended.
Today’s example, whilst at a comedy show in deepest, darkest Hackney:
“Is it the guy in front of us who smells like rancid milk? Every time he lifts his arms up to clap I can feel myself start to black out.”
(The guy in question didn’t give any sign of having heard me. His wife did give me a look of purest fury, though. Maybe it was her?)