Pushing the murky moral world of public affairs to the Max

THE worst moment for an after-dinner speaker is the point when a silver teaspoon is clanged off a glass for silence.

It’s the worst moment because, if it’s an all-male gathering, by that point they’re well tore and would rather talk among themselves about Blogsie’s great try against the Axe Murderers in 1963 than quiet down to listen to a stranger.

But, even if it’s not an all-male gathering, there’s the Previous Speaker to cope with.