Oh for goodness' sake. Another one. How does she do it? Is it a bizarre superpower centred round her vagina? At least it's not a big get-together this time.

And there he is, looking like a blooming six year-old in an enormous shirt. Maybe it's the shirt. Darren wore the shirt that one time, didn't he?

She doesn't say any of this, but sits next to Murphy again, and scratches his ear.

"Alright, I'm listening."