If I’m honest, I think you could have made a bit more of an effort when Natalie first visited our house. I know it was the morning after Spongey’s stag do, but I thought you could have at least lug yourself into the bedroom instead of lying sprawled on the sofa in a curly wig, a pair of women’s shoes and a t-shirt with a photo of Spongey’s bare bottom on the front. If you’d had some trousers on it might not have been so bad. Natalie and I were comfortable enough perched on the wooden chairs. But it was quite distracting to have you started mumbling and fiddling with yourself.