Richard is worried that he smells of cat wee, but he can’t let that slow him down, he is chatting to the star of his as unyet commissioned sitcom (but it will be commissioned in some Universe somewhere), Jessica Knappett. Under discussion are the horrors of birth and death, the unfortunate associations that belong to the town of Bingley, what one is supposed to be getting out of a massage, the sweet, sweet taste of very long-term showbiz based revenge, sandwich or tampons, how Jessica fell in love with a man who can play a guitar without even having a guitar and the perils of promotional work and when it is acceptable to steal from work.