A bunch of girls were openly bitching about another across the gym swimming pool. TPR sprung to the defence of the object of their derision.

“She has poorly ankles”, he explained.

“How do you know?” enquired the girl standing next to him in the deep end. “You don’t know her”, she continued.

“Yes I do”, he replied, “I know her very well.”

The girls exchanged knowing looks.

When TPR later explained to me that the person in question was the girl with the intravenous blue eye-liner, I was proud that he had stuck up for her.