Because of my wife I'm now having to go to these.
Does anyone else feel that you really have to control yourself, to make sure that you don't say something/make a joke that is horrifically dark and totally unacceptable in these peoples company? I felt about as out of place as Frankie Boyle at a royal dinner tonight.
No. Go. Be Frankie Boyle. Relish in it.
The problem will quickly resolve itself one way or the other.
they all love a bit o' rough, you know
The problem will quickly resolve itself one way or the other.
indeed. Usually the other
What's a middle class dinner party?
What's the etiquette on how much you drink? I'm genuinely at a loss, my friends at uni were all arseholes who just drank till they dropped.
I'm genuinely not used to pretending that I'm civil. Is it going to be like this till I get old and die?
I struggle with prolonged exposure to polite company. I can handle it in small amounts. You have my sympathy.
Just fiddle the keys in the jar thing and screw the one you fancy the most.
You don't have to go every week.
YESSSS! I knew that we'd eventually agree on something Ernie!
Old mantra, avoid politics, sex and religion. And stay off the wine until they arrive and make sure everyone has the same amount. Be careful with the ones who won't be drinking as they are driving. These people are spies.
Trivial pursuits is too boring for anyone. Just get everyone onto neutral ground down to the pub afterwards and have a game of darts or sumfink.
Dafuq? All our dinner parties resulted in getting pissed and setting the rats* on folk...
*they were lovely really, they only wee'd on people they liked.
I struggle with prolonged exposure to polite company. I can handle it in small amounts.
I knew there was a reason we don't get along 8)
OP be yourself, if they don't like it/you then no problem you won't be invited back. Simple.
Dinner parties where pretty standard fare when rhe kids where younger, easiest and cheapest way of going out. In general we ate better and drank more than if we where in a local restaurant. Fell asleep at the table once, I pointed out that a dinner party following straight on from a rugby international was unlikely to result in too much intellectual conversation. I am not sure there is any particular social code, you are having dinner with friends no ? Behave as normal.
Jamby, friends are only actually friends if they'll get blind drunk or end up in a cell alongside you.
Or maybe I just have a really warped sense of friendship. I think I belong in a zoo.
I guess I'm having to get used to having responsibilities/growing up...
Bowl in there pissed as a rat. Unironically declare it's a biggest dick comp to all the men in the room, as you flop it on the table. After doing the helicopter and spewing up over the nearest guest, apologise profusely then start ranting about snotty ****s and WTF is this wine no Stella party all abooot ya ****in paper shuffling ****bags.
General rule is if you have to aska forum how to behave then it's a lost cause. Try starting the are we in a simulation thing again with them
Change your friends. You either go to dinner with people you want/ know / get on with and accept you or you're trying to be some sort of fake social climbing pretentious bull.
Didn't MCDPs go out of fashion in 1988? I thought they just called it Swinging now
What makes a dinner party middle class, just out of curiosity ?
Is it the very act of sitting around a table and eating off plates with cutlery (as opposed to eating takeaway out of the boxes in front of an enormous TV), or do all the people have to be doctors and lawyers ?
In about 10 years you'll start enjoying them. That's the time to worry not now.
The main topic of conversation at middle class dinner parties in Surrey normally include a few rants about the cyclists clogging up our roads! Especially those buggers riding on the dual carriageway between Dorking and Leatherhead! 🙂
Suggest a game of cards against humanity, if they know what it is and say yes you will enjoy the party, if not RUN! We have mates round for dinner, not sure if that is a dinner party I always though that's what grown ups did
I guess I'm having to get used to having responsibilities/growing up...
The responsibility of having dinner parties?
Responsibilities are things like looking after I'll friends and family, looking after children, supporting people close to you emotionally in real matters not ones of status.
Dinner parties are not an act of responsibility. Sounds like pretentious ****.
I can't stand them but when I'm forced to go I can sometimes enjoy the odd moment.
I have a really dark sense of humour and the dinners tend to be held by middle aged Germans ( don't ask ) I have so much ammunition but have to constantly hold back.
Does anyone else feel that you really have to control yourself, to make sure that you don't say something/make a joke that is horrifically dark and totally unacceptable in these peoples company? I felt about as out of place as Frankie Boyle at a royal dinner tonight.
You'd feel like a shy wallflower at the middle-class dinner parties I've been to. Utter carnage. All of them.
Climbing club garden party in Didsbury last night.
Proper Didsbury too, non of yer cheap borders/suburbs crap.
🙂
The only dinner parties I know are friends getting together for, well, dinner. They normally end up with everyone having one eye closed trying to focus and bumping into things. Or is that just me?
Keep a yellow card and a whistle in your pocket.
The second anyone starts a conversation about property prices, the OFSTED rating of the local schools,or the relative merits of their next company car, blow your whistle loudly and produce your yellow card with a Mike Dean style flourish. If they continue down this road having already received a yellow, due to human rights legislation, you are now perfectly legally allowed to stove their head in with a pick axe handle
'Only' middle class? Sorry, I wouldn't lower my standards!
The only dinner parties I know are friends getting together for, well, dinner. They normally end up with everyone having one eye closed trying to focus and bumping into things. Or is that just me?
Sounds about right.
Last night was latest book releases, the history of ski touring, postgraduate funding, whisky and whether the C4 Cactus is chavvy or not.
Then we all got drunk.
🙂
this 'dinner party' thing again. i go round to friends' houses for dinner, which is nice and easy because i know them and enjoy their company.
Is this something different? are you getting lassooed by strangers?
whether the C4 Cactus is chavvy or not.
And what was the conclusion?
Keep a yellow card and a whistle in your pocket.The second anyone starts a conversation about property prices, the OFSTED rating of the local schools,or the relative merits of their next company car, blow your whistle loudly and produce your yellow card with a Mike Dean style flourish. If they continue down this road having already received a yellow, due to human rights legislation, you are now perfectly legally allowed to stove their head in with a pick axe handle
Excellent! 😀
That would be soo funny in reality! ( a bit bloody though!)
I'm genuinely not used to pretending that I'm civil
We had noticed.....
Perhaps try to suspend a few of your own prejudices and preconceived 'ideas'; you might then find it easier to relate to those people you've already judged.
Now that looks like the way forward to mePP! Invite everyone round for a Munchy Box. I would never trust anyone who wouldn't jump at the chance of a Munchy Box. Therefore it acts an effective social filter. Its a win/win! 😀
To be fair, that's only a 12 incher.
For a dinner party you'd definitely go for 16 inchers.
Nothing says "Welcome to my home!" more than a 16" Munchy Box.
being dragged along trying to be nice to the wifes friends others halfs is a challenge. however once you get to know them you either just suck it up as they are idiots or its back to the 'one eye trying to focus'. i`ve not really found any middle ground.
i`m shit at small talk which doesnt help.
'Munchy'?
'Munch' makes me think of idly grazing - whilst that box of delights thing up there is an olympian f/eat!
Dinner + party? Sounds to me like food and no party. Set out to party, and help self to food. Can't lose. Even that sour-faced prig hogging the Prosecco as if it's a New Thing will not stop you having beer-pong. Always take a pack of cards (ring of fire) and a ping-pong ball w/plastic glasses. If people say 'but I'm driving' - say that's nice what type of car? They say Skoda. You say you don't believe them show me the key? You wrestle the key from them and throw it over next door. They are flattered that you care for them to partay!
They will now be the wildest party animals because unexpected freedom and someone showing care for you to experience it is a powerful combination. They will lay waste to timidity. They will win beer-pong and lose Ring of Fire. They will give you conspiratorial winks in Waitrose next Sunday.
Munchy?
...as in " I'm ripped to the tits on these cans of Kestrel and copious amounts of the Ganj and now i've got the pure munchies"
^ in that case yes it's a tiny offering 🙂
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And what was the conclusion?
Nice to see the French making truly odd cars again, but it ain't no Berlingo.
Munchy box, I'm not even northern, but that looks like a great way to blow a days worth of calories.

