‘Cat food! You need to do more investigations into cat food!’ screeched the scruffy man as the smart black Citizens Advice limo drove past him.

‘And bitcoin too’, muttered my friend JT as she sat down next to me. She looked so glamorous these days with her glossy dark bob. The shedding of a couple of stone also contributed much to her refined new look.

Just as we began our catch-up over coffee, another elegant woman walked over to our table. It soon became obvious that she was also a friend of JT so I introduced myself, and began to explain that JT were childhood friends who grew up together Stockton-on-Tees.

JT interrupted me with a sharp nudge. I quickly understood that she did not want her shameful up-bringing in the deprived North East of the 1970s to become common knowledge amongst her posh new southern friends.