Thank you EIFF for having me up and not judging me as I broke down through over exposure to alcohol and Mark Cousins’ bare legs.

Apologies to all that I roped into playing Wink Murder in that posh film party and to the man who sat next to me on the train home while I wept at Lionel Ritchie on my ipod “He’s just so talented and his genius is so misunderstood”.