Sunday night, James is extremely nervous about his first date with Helen.
And Tristan is only too keen to offer advice.
Take her to the Reniston.
The Reniston?
It's only the immortal of Juris Hotel outside of London.
At least Helen will know you're a man of some refinement, not some yokel vet with calf bollock in his face.
Yours, I believe, sir.
But just when it seems all is forgotten, a dark cloud appears.
Hello, James.
All creatures great and small.
7.30 Sunday.
Right after the world around us.