My cousins T and SB complained of their lack of sleep. They had been forced to leave the ball ‘early’ at 03:30am and only managed a couple of hours in bed before they were obliged to cross town to collect us.

I was both surprised and annoyed that they arrived by taxi. How much would this cross-city travel cost? I could see that the meter was already ticking close to £100, and was infuriated when TB told me that he had no cash so I would have to pay.

Along the way we stopped off at a gym to do some weights. Here we bumped into ECM, who was looking great, if a little old. Meanwhile the taxi waited for us all outside, the meter still running. We were going to be completely cleaned out by this ridiculous transport arrangement devised by my idiotic cousins.