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The recent rash of socialising is causing me to have the weirdest dreams. Last night I dreamed I was attending a massive party on a farm somewhere, with several hundred people wandering all over the estate. After a lot of drifting around feeling like a spare part I thought I recognised someone I knew on the dance floor and went up to dance. Except it turned out to be a total stranger, who promptly threw a large, ripe plum at me, plugging me neatly in the left eye. I woke up with my left eye socket all aching.

I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something, namely "Enough with the socialising!" And it's not surprising the nasty ending should happen on a dance floor, with which I have something of a love/hate relationship. As stv points out, dancing is one of those human activities, like playing pool or speaking a foreign language, that goes a lot better at exactly the right level of drunkenness. (I play my best pool, not that that's saying much, on exactly one and a half ciders).