I was astonished to learn that my best friend’s boyfriend was taking me to Judge Judy’s court for non-payment of a yoga class fee. I burst into his hotel room and told him, in a stream of obscenities, exactly what I thought. Only later did I realise that I would have to repeat my words in court – and on ITV2.

Later, in a badly constructed public convenience, I tried to unravel the complexities of the family trees of Hollywood. It seems Clark Gable was the father of just one of Bette Davis’s twins.

Later I diffused a fight over an Evian water bottle.