Well into the London meet a couple of weeks ago, I was several glasses of wine down when Rupert approached our table and asked if I was absnasm, which I, erm, am. Apparently he’d been there for hours but completely failed to find us. God knows how. But no matter, because the man was an absolute delight! Fun-loving and attentive, he’s the kind of guy that really really listens when you talk to him, and he had lots of anecdotes about his work with a certain 43T-fave celeb. He also accidentally brought Mystery Julian with him, the gayest man that ever did touch my arse, who united us all in common distrust and discomfort. But Rupert was ace! Ace ace ace!