to think that falling in your plate is not on at lunch?

[Hullygully]

So, Sunday lunch at a friend's yesterday. A couple that we know slightly are also invited. The woman who is very bright and very pleasant for the first hour, drinks so much that she is literally unable to speak (but doesn't stop trying), and we all carry on with lunch pretending that everything is normal and not laughing where she can see.

Is this normal? In any way?

Of course she had responsibility for her own actions - however shouting at someone that drunk wasn't really going to help the situation - the actions we took were to try to manage the situation and minimise the fall-out.

I was entirely in agreement with my colleague's response - she wasn't castigating him for what his girlfriend did - she was castigating him for failing to do what any responsible, caring partner would have done, and for only getting involved when things had got thoroughly out of hand, and for leaving complete strangers to cover up his half-exposed girlfriend as she lay in a helpless heap on the floor in front of their colleagues and a huge number of fellow professionals.

The people she was with eventually removed her - they should have done so much, much earlier. I can't possibly imagine being with someone who wouldn't make every possible effort to prevent me making such a hideous, miserable show of myself.

I WOULD TANGO HIM RIGHT ON HIS COCK.

Well really!

I thought this was a parenting forum for nice laydees.

Oh Shirley. SHIRLOL more like.

That picture what you lomked to of him, looks a bit sinister like. Here is one where he looks like he needs a good seeing to

To punish him for wearing that shirt, obviously.

Sorry Bibbity.

Really, bibbity? Did you really think that?!

Naice laydees, thankyouverymuch.

I have reported you all to Justine!

Have never seen the like in all my live long days.

That Park Lane colleague was a lovely person but a really soft touch.

One afternoon she badgered him into lending her an expensive piece of personal kit for a job she was doing. She never had her own things and would always borrow from him because no one else would lend things to her.

He made her promise to come back to the office with it that afternoon because he needed it first thing the next day and would be going straight to the appointment from home.

She never returned. When he returned from his appointment she angrily denied borrowing the thing.

He did get it back. The person she'd met, in a hotel bar, had taken it when she'd drunkenly lurched off leaving her stuff behind and called the office offering to drop it off.

Buppers I'm a lobb-luster too...

I've let myself down, but worse than that I've let you all down.

I've even let Dan Lobb down. God.

I would totally let him go down on me oh yes

I want Lobb to Lobb me onto the bed then give me his Lobb on...

Shirley, do you know what is worrying for us Lobbettes? That when you type "Dan Lobb" into Google search, one of the most popular suggested searches is "Dan Lobb Gay"

You've let Justine and Carrie down too Shirl.

Now off you go to your bedroom to have a good think about it.

Oh and Dan Lobb is totally not gay.

He isn't gay. He just likes playing the field with ladies. I would happily be one of those ladies. PM me if you're reading, Dan.

I will totally fight you

Oh sorry Pinot, I missed your little post!

You'll have to queue behind me and Shirlols. Sloppy thirds. Soz and that.

Look Dan Lobb aside, we all know people (well let's be honest they are usually women) who get absolutely arseholed to the point of incomprehension and everyone ignores it (because their partner is). In some cases it is very funny, some it's a bit sad.

One of my male mates fell asleep on the toilet once. And we didn't take pictures. Oh no no no.
Another was brought home in a wheelbarrow.

I myself was sick out of the top floor of my dorm. It splattered over everyone's window below me. I tried to make out it was vegetable soup and failed.

Oh and me and a friend travelled from Preston to Aberdeen to start Uni. We were pissed as farts when the train arrived. Our other two friends from college were due to meet us and I just remember her saying to him "I bloody told you they'd be legless before they got here!" and him trying to escort first me and then my male friend to our rooms, but we kept legging it back to the Union bar, so he'd manage to get one of us to our room, only to come back and find the other ordering more beer at the bar

That happened regularly but I was far from an alcoholic. I was just enjoying life a little too much

You know who I'd shag right here and now? Danny Bhoy

You can break him in for me, tis OK

Dan Lobb's not really a very good TV presenter, is he?

I know that's not the point of him but it needed to be said.

I think I probably just need to have some sex of some description at some point in the near future.

MEET UP!!