“I mean, Fabien, if I stepped out of the shower buck naked and you were at my breakfast bar with a smoothie, I wouldn’t bat an eyelid. I was minded of Graham Norton in Father Ted, Irish dancing round the tiny caravan, while Ted and Dougal looked forlornly at the floor. And the wee dig about us not being used to it didn’t go unnoticed. John and I had been in the same year in St Malachy’s in Belfast and he was far from super-cool back then. He had scraped into Lancaster University to do Law – we laughed at that – and managed to get the degree and a job, and was now a super-duper human rights lawyer in Belfast.