Today, whilst waiting for Molly to finish her high-powered discussions, I was waiting in a small park in the middle of Bath. A Big Issue seller approached, ensuring I saw his photocard to prove he was a valid seller. I bought the magazine, as I frequently do, telling him to keep whatever change there was.

Credit to him, he was honest. Smiling, he said “I’ll be completely honest with you, it is for cider. But all my tattoos are spelt right, so it’s perfectly OK”

Money can’t pay for comedy like that.