I hate rhythmic fucking clapping. You know the sort of clapping, not genuine spontaneous applause, but when an audience claps along "in time" to a band, such as in the audience to Strictly Come Dancing.
It is at it's worst in the encore at the end of a West End musical. "Oooh look at me, I've had such a lovely time I'm clapping with all these idiots."
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