My boss, an enthusiastic outdoorsman and very gentle fellow, cones to work one day with a black eye and puffy face. I ask him what happened, he explains that there was a fist fight at the AGM of his Hunt.
Apparently there was a member who had recently split from his wife. They had just married and had had their first child. Unfortunately for their marriage, the child was born Chinese. Both husband and wife in this instance being Caucasian. This chap didn't discover this until the child was born, whereupon his wife confessed to committing an act of desperate passion on the floor of a Chinese chipshop with one of the staff during her hen night (batchelorette).
My boss was injured in the fracas that erupted after one of the members of the Hunt decided that four months after the fact was long enough and that he could crack a joke about it during his speech to the assembled members of the Hunt.
He claimed afterwards that George had no sense of humour.