When did we become a nation of bailers?
So, it's a bank holiday Sunday evening and I'm at a friend's 35th birthday dinner in a city centre restaurant.
The birthday girl is there with five others and I. There are 19 free seats along the table.
The next arrival is a girl who's obviously on a rollover from the night before, and three others. By 8:30pm, and four bottles of Prosecco later, there's still 12 of us. We apologise and order.