Ever the gentleman, he takes her to bed, then asks if she needs a taxi. Like, as soon as the act is complete. His douchery really does know no bounds.

That is why we are stepping in to fill the gap, partnering with the homeless charity Centrepoint, its patron the Duke of Cambridge (rather helpful in getting things done), various tech partners and our former stablemates, The Independent and the London Evening Standard.

Many a testator would have echoed the request of Fastolf that his goods might be so faithfully distributed in almsful deeds and charitable works that he might obtain the more hasty deliverance of his soul from the painful flames of the fire of Purgatory.

There's a wash of noise I am somehow part of, dead-handed. The first song is pretty much over before I even realize we're playing.