Sight for sore eye

I'm a girl of many talents but tonight was a first: in the latter portion of the vigorously-supported Mark Ronson gig at the Hammersmith Apollo, after a few glasses of white wine and in almost complete darkness, with unwashed hands and a jostling crowd surrounding me, I removed my left contact lens, reversed it and reinserted it. I think there's a certain skill in that - useless, but a skill all the same, and I wanted you, the Faithful, to be party to that. Thank you for indulging me - your kindness will be rewarded.