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Can I join in? I don't know if it counts as social, but I do remember the church hall, that we used to adjourn to after Mass, vividly: the loos weren't functional any more, and they were full of the most massive spiders. There was a glass-fronted case with those little statues of the Virgin and the saints. And there was a tea urn, of course. And orange and brown curtains - of course. Nylon too. And if it was a genuinely social occasion, my mum would probably be wearing a floor-length halter neck dress and strappy high heels. Fox! This was very firmly the era of the 'dinner-dance'. One of my colleagues at work likes to reminisce about how she went to those; once won a waltzing competition dancing with her dentist; yes, his wife was there, and she was 'very jealous'. I'm rambling now. An abrupt stop is the only solution.