The nippy waitress was appalled at our amorous antics in the restaurant. She told us to get dressed while she reported our behaviour to the restaurant owner.

‘Report whatever you want’, I replied, ‘I doubt that Mrs McPherson will care.’

I could do no wrong in restaurant owner Mrs McPherson’s eyes. She would be forever grateful that I successfully tutored her daughter F to a 2.1 degree in the 1990s.