This was a disastrous first date and I had resorted to hiding in the toilet to plan my escape. Things got even worse when my date’s ‘cleaner/girlfriend’ let herself into the flat. A drop-dead gorgeous multi-tasker, she managed to do the washing up, curl her long blonde hair and stare at me disdainfully all at the same time. “It will never last”, she said to me. “I really don’t want it to”, I replied.

Things got better later when I discovered the taste-sensation that was a segment of Terry’s Chocolate Orange eaten with a square of mint Aero.