And speaking of girls, I can now for the first time empathise with the embarrassment of several of my female (and slightly more “fabulous” male) friends who have found themselves sitting in a restaurant or pub close to someone wearing exactly the same top as them.

I’ve just returned from Euston station, on a now uncharacteristic quest to “buy burger” (I haven’t fancied one in ages, but some days you just need the heavy greasy goodness of its fat and carbohydrate cuddle). As I crossed the road I had to hurry away from the Number 59 bus parked there. No, I was in no danger of being run over by a stationary vehicle, but on its side was a huge poster for Torchwood, complete with Captain Jack in dynamic action pose and wearing my favourite long grey coat - the one I was indeed wearing at the time.

What with David Tennant having stolen the more manic side of my personality for his portrayal of the Tenth Doctor, and now John Barrowman helping himself to my wardrobe, I can only think that Russell T Davies is out to get me.

And what’s the T for anyway? I hope it’s Tiberius.