Well, I enjoyed that meeting.

I particularly enjoyed the bit when the fortysomething Tango-faced Mancunian woman yelled, “Liar!” across the conference room table and the Bloke With The Crew Cut, Tatts And Gut Twice The Size Of Poland on the other side announced that he found her “offensive”.

Still, no medical personnel were needed.

And everyone’s going to sue each other – which means the lawyers can fill their boots – so everything worked out OK in the end.