You know those moments when you’re wearing new shoes that don’t quite have enough grip for the loose gravel your walking on, and you slip and fall on your bum and spill your drink all over yourself? Then you look around and realise no one saw it which is too good to be true, so you do a little victory dance? And then you clock the group of teenage boys you didn’t notice before – and they’re staring at you, mouths hanging open in what you try to convince yourself is respectful awe for your dancing ability, but is actually just the moment before they erupt in fits of laughter and post it on social media?
Yeah. Those moments.