You know the one- the one you have to hear a tirade about every evening, five days a week, 52 weeks a year (apart from 20 days vacation and Bank Holidays). Easily the biggest ball-ache of having a partner, you sometimes secretly wish she’d get the sack just so you don’t have to put up with this, and enjoy your First-Look Hollyoaks in peace. So why on Earth are you groping this girl’s love handles in the Conga line? I know as well as you do that this girl is actually a decent human being, but why are you acknowledging this? How is this going to help you in any way, shape, or form? Digging your own grave, mate.