Newsroom, Thursday night.

A group of middle-agers are in. Apparently its half a family thing, half a work thing. Some of them are up from Newcastle.

It starts innocently enough with a bit of lap-sitting.

Then it steadily progesses to ditching the answer sheets and dancing like uncles when I accidentally play the Polish national anthem:

And then quickly escalates to an incident where the bird in the red gets told off by Bar Manager Michael and repsonds by shouting “What a Fucking Wanker”.

Unfortunately for her she chose to shout that because I was playing the Benny Hill Theme quite loud. What her brain failed to pick up was that I had pressed “pause” milliseconds previously and everyone could hear her roar, including Michael, who promptly threw them all out.

Good night and thank you, pished folk!