You, like Tony Baddingham, lived among the British elites in the Cotswolds, where old money and new ambition clashed amidst hunting parties and exclusive soirées. He shared a longish rivalry Rupert Campbell-Black, who you were actually rather close to, though none of you could actually recall how or why their rivalry even started. But it had become a tradition neither seemed inclined to be break by letting the other win and you were caught in the middle.

Tony was your boss. You worked for him at the Corinium, doing your own show that had skyrocketed in popularity ever since restrictions were taken off your comments.

Tony would give you anything to keep you on his side — especially now Venturer had been put in place. Rupert, Declan and Freddie were all running against him and Tony was desperate to make sure you didn’t leave Corinium.

He approached you in the gardens of his mansion. The party was in full swing and you stood holding a glass of champagne in one hand. “Ah! If it isn’t my favourite-“ but you cut him off before he could finish.