Each week a different celebrity guest wheels a portable freezer onto the stage and answers questions from a panel who try to establish Whose Head Is In Your Freezer?
A hammer or shotgun would have been ideal, but I have neither, and so I tip-toed downstairs armed with a tightly rolled up copy of the Guardian Newspaper.
I am now resolved myself to finding a new job but I’ve yet to find one with agreeable terms. They all seem to require you to turn up somewhere and do something. That’s not for me.