Here’s an example of ‘banter/craic’ from my own experience – initially to my ‘credit’ then to my ‘shame’.
A bunch of mates and I went for a weekend on the lash in Swansea over ten years ago. We arrived on the Friday night for ‘nothing crazy as the main event is tomorrow’ drinks. Needless to say we all got absolutely shitfaced, so when we started again on the Saturday morning we were actually not starting from zero.
Anyhow, Mumbles Mile pub crawl (starting at the far end) despatched pretty well by late afternoon. We decide we need a curry so we order a taxi.
That taxi ride has become ‘folklore’ amongst us because the reminiscing about uni days etc has the (female) taxi driver having to pull over because she was crying with laughter. Nothing particularly blue, we were just nicely pissed, on good form and really having a great time. Superb.
Then we arrive at the curry house, but we hadn’t really registered that it was about 6pm, not 11pm. The place is full of families with kids etc wanting a nice quiet meal. We carry on as before. Nothing really offensive, but just being really loud, pulling chairs away as each other sat down, that kind of thing. Then it dawned on us all at the same time how out of place this was – and how, if the boot was on the other foot, how annoyed we would be. Cue shamefaced apologies to nearby tables and a very well-behaved reaminder of the meal.
Remember – even ‘good’ banter/craic can impinge on other people’s enjoyment if they are nearby!