I telephoned L, man of mystery, last night after the hen party to tell him he should be happy to know he’s a prince of a man – after being suffused with tales of men behaving badly, men with no manners, men with conduct unbecoming a gentlemen, I thought, phew, man, it’s a wasteland out there and I am either in a bubble or spoiled rotten or whatever – but whatever it is, I’m happy to not have those tales to tell.