We've all done it. Not scupper a potential friendship with Taylor Swift (although she is friends with EVERYONE), more that general moment you meet someone you admire and - instead of having a conversation - you start gibbering, before stuffing both your feet into your mouth and disappearing up your own anus. To quote Charlie Brooker, "I've just ruptured my cringe pipe."
Ballet wasn't the only thing Elizabeth, James and Dana enjoyed as a group activity, they also partook in a seance type scenario with a very attractive psychic. Because why wouldn't you. Apparently Hilary Clinton will be the next president (a prospect the audience don't seem wildly enthused by) and James is going to have another baby (a prospect the host doesn't seem wildly enthused by).
