What not to do on a date, as demonstrated by First Dates

HIT dating show First Dates fulfils television’s original educational remit by showing budding romantics exactly the behaviours to avoid. Follow these rules: 

Never overshare

First Dates fishes for viewers’ sympathy. A leading question is asked – ‘Have you ever lost someone dear to you?’ – and a dater begins sobbing about Merlin, the chinchilla whose loss the family is still not over, to a plinky-plonky soundtrack. In the real world open up about your bereavements, illnesses or erectile dysfunction while the waiters shake wind-chimes and your date is doomed.

Never arrive late

The set-up – on the show and in life – is that one waits at the bar so we can clock their reaction as the other arrives slightly later studiously pretending not to notice them. Copy this by either turning up late or being three martinis down before she arrives and you’re rude or a borderline alcoholic.

Never be quirky

As viewers have gotten used to the set-up, participant kookiness has increased. You know the type – dildo enterprises, tongue tricks, fifteen kids and hoping for more. This happens on all reality formats as they become dominated by self-selecting freaks. On a real date, pull this shit and you’ll be abandoned and the subject of multiple group chats in moments.

Never flirt with the staff

A twinkling exchange with Fred Sirieux is mandatory for First Daters and, being French, he knows everything about sex. His mid-meal advice is like the skilled ministrations of a panda-handler in Beijing Zoo, nudging them towards lovemaking. You will be served by a 17-year-old girl. Any flirtation will see you universally condemned as a pervert.

Never decide on the night

On First Dates contestants tell each other, face to face, if it’s on. Harsh. Cue fumbling attempts to inform someone you never, ever want to see them again in a nice way. Nobody normal need ever do this. Instead agree to a second date, up to the point of booking a restaurant and choosing an outfit, then ghost her like a gentleman.

Mantra of the Cosmos, and other supergroups formed to destroy their members' legacies

A GALLAGHER brother and Shaun Ryder are teaming up to triangulate monetisation of their fanbases. These supergroups were failures from their first moments: 

Mantra of the Cosmos (2023-)

Half of Oasis and one of the Stone Roses was last year, grandad. Now it’s half of Oasis and half of the Happy Mondays. Not helped by son-of-Ringo Zak Starkey comparing Ryder to Beat poets or Noel claiming the Mondays were British exports as vital as the Clangers. Come on, Noel. They’re not fit to be mentioned in the same breath as the Clangers.

Audioslave (2001-2007)

A masterclass in digging out old band demos and slapping other vocals over them, Audioslave were a lazy collision of Chris Cornell from Soundgarden and most of Rage Against The Machine. He traded grunge model coolness for a Backstreet Boy vest and spiked hair, they were filling in time until a RATM reunion. Once it arrived they stopped.

McBusted (2013-2015)

Not so much a band, more an exercise in proving to former Busted frontman Charlie Simpson that tween nostalgia was a f**king goldmine. A team up of 00s pop nemeses that only served to confirm that yes, you will all be playing What I Go To School For and 5 Colours In Her Hair until you are old, old men.

Chickenfoot (2008-2012)

Van Halen’s worst singer Sammy Hagar could have bowed out with his reputation as a karaoke dad, but decided there were new genres to ruin. Joining with the Chili Peppers’ Chad Smith and long-winded noodling Deep Purple guitarist Joe Satriani, this bluesy experiment was a great idea ten pints deep and a hangover that lasted four long years.

Asian (1981-1986, 1989-present)

Like fellow mistake of the 1970s wife-swapping, prog rock bands always had members popping in and out. Four of them joined together to make albums with the rejected cover art of erotic fantasy novels, and they bored the arses off everyone right into the next decade.

Lulu by Lou Reed & Metallica (2011) 

Logic disappears when attempting to survive a track from this short-lived monstrosity. The thrash legends misread how slowly they needed to play for the singer’s drawl to keep up but refused to hold back any shred of boredom or regret. That neither seemed to ever have heard the other before was hilarious and memed. You imagine Lou Reed did not appreciate this.