the whole hospital streak...was the dullest internal power struggle of a group in the zombie apocalypse so far. It was like watching a group of local government councillors scrapping over the biscuit budget
Preciousbane You know more than you're letting on, don't you 
This sums up my first job covering parish council meetings in church halls.
The one that sticks out is a debate over the naming of a development on the site of a defunct coaching inn called The Cock.
The developers wanted to call it Simon Campion Court after the first landlord they'd traced back to the mid-17th century. Bland, but that's how developers are.
This went on and on and on with emphasis on the kind of businesses who might want to rent and whether they might attract THE WRONG SORT OF PEOPLE to the genteel town.
I was looking at the clock and wondering whether I should leave or miss my last bus home when there was a gem from a councillor called Audrey who'd said nothing up till this point.
'I don't know,' she said. 'But I've always been in favour of keeping the flavour of the Cock Inn.'
It was just me who sniggered. It was silent. They all gave me a hard Paddington stare.
IN TWD World, these would be the people who were lynched in the country club.