Except for that one really weird moment, later on, when I’m falling asleep under a duvet made of a dreadlocked sculptor and a junior account executive from a London ad firm, when I could swear a young woman, with short dark hair and very white skin whose dress falls in a perfect indigo cascade down her elegant back to reveal two centimetres of hypnotic buttock, winks at me, and her eyes are completely black and her mouth stretches to reveal the teeth of the shark.