She may have wangled us invites, but I don’t think of myself as a VIP. Or, for that matter, a celebrity. And even if they are interested, the thought of the paparazzi snapping in my face with their cameras doesn’t appeal. What if they want a full-body shot, and I’m not wearing Spanx? Worse, what if a gust of wind creates the perfect opportunity to capture my flashing underwear and I find myself on next week’s Celebrity Bum Notes – then readers will discover what real cellulite is! I cover my stomach, my jelly belly, I’m sure is how the gossip mags would describe it, with my hand. With a hint of a smirk, Alex clocks me.

‘Must fly,’ Joanna says. ‘Alex, let’s keep in contact.’ Out she goes.

‘Pub?’ Alex suggests, to all, but with his pretty, steely eyes landing on Faith.

‘I can’t tonight, I’m off to see a gig,’ Poppy is first to answer. With a flurry of kisses, she dashes.

‘I also have plans, Alex. Next time,’ Faith promises.

Tonight, Faith’s meeting Bassdog at his recording studio in Brixton, with plans to make some jungle beats of their own – she’s promised me she’ll report back on those piercings.

With Faith unavailable, Alex recalls a prior commitment and rescinds his invitation. ‘Next time,’ he says, slapping Harry on the back. ‘Right, I’ll touch base with you about the interview, Gracie. And see you again soon, Harry. We must catch up properly!’

When, with kisses for us all, Faith leaves, Alex is quick to rush and walk out with her.

It’s just me and Harry left on set.

‘I don’t have any plans,’ he says.

‘Me neither.’ Jordan is working late tonight.

‘Groucho?’

‘Oh, wow, Harry. Yes please.’