So we had just moved to London and didn't know a soul. Kindly, we were invited to a holiday party at another ex-pats home and I was so nervous. Didn't really want to go but you nut up in these situations. The party was lovely, champagne being passed, holiday music. The hostess walks up to us and says, "Shit. Why don't you have any fucking champagne?" I almost collapsed with relief! What is it about the f-bomb that makes me instantly comfortable? She dropped it twice again that night and I can say that we have since become fine friends.