No, not splitting your trousers, but the standpoint for judging the success of a function, Punter vs DJ.
Surprise Birthday party for some lovely people in a little pub up in the Yorkshire Wolds. Layout of venue is just about as bad as it can be. The room is L-shaped, and you face down the long leg towards the bar, which is often out of sight is someone closes the partition. Allegedly, there is piped music/jukebox playing in there as competition to the disco, just to make things interesting.
I'm set up by 7pm, and because the guests enter through the pub, the birthday boy arrives without me knowing, so I can't do the big surprise entrance. Three and a half hours of me being ignored follow, I've no idea if I'm going well or badly, and I'm losing the will to live.
First request of the night " We're going to get the jukebox turned off in the bar, can you turn yours up" ?
Second request " Can you turn it down "?
Many of the guests are Young Farmers, and once the alcohol has kicked in, it's party central, and all semblance of musical integrity has left the playlist. Guests are convinced I'm a brilliant DJ, Birthday Boy and family are delighted, and I'm wondering what the hell just happened.
Good night, or bad one?
All depends where you're standing.