We went to a friend's 40th birthday party on Saturday. The second Ceilidh of the year. The second time I had to point blank refuse to get up and dance and despite them naming me individually in the opening speech and multiple times during the proceedings. This is quite frankly bullying.
Not that I would have got up anyway but I also have an excuse. My ankle is still injured from last Saturdays game so jumping up and down like an idiot would have only aggregated it.