There are couples at dinner parties, or parties of any kind, that make you spend a lot of time in the loo.
They start snapping or belittling or rolling eyes at each other and you just have to excuse yourself. Again.
It’s even worse when they try to rope you into their tiffs.
“She’s always late isn’t she?” they ask you with that stare.
“When was the last time you heard him say he was wrong. That he might have actually made a mistake? When?”
You don’t want to fight. You don’t want to watch a fight. You’re out to have some fun, chat to interesting people, laugh, find out things you never knew, ponder the universe and maybe even eat a kebab on the way home because you really know how to have a good time.
Sometimes the fights are one-sided and it’s like watching a big pterodactyl tearing to shreds a little Pomeranian puppy.
Sometimes they are both pterodactyls and they don’t take any notice of where their wings are flapping and the whole party gets torn up; plates and glasses get smashed, people are ducking for cover under tables and the two big birds just spend the whole night sticking it to each other.
On the reality cooking and eating program judged by a Paleo man and a Renaissance one My Kitchen Rules last night, there was a couple who had everyone talking. Tim and Dee from NSW were the pterodactyl and the Pomeranian puppy.