'I trust the outfit is falling apart without me?' cooed Nige, batting his eyelashes. We were having a breakfast meeting, a meeting I normally object to on principle as the business detracts from the eating. My attitude to employers is, don't patronise me with a bowl of Frosties, we're all grown-ups here, just call that meeting what it is: unpaid overtime that cuts into your beauty sleep. But Nige had rung at seven that morning, demanding to see me, and after the woe of the previous night I felt I could do with the fun company.