When I have recovered, there’s an advertising convention in town, and of course we all know about ad executives, and then it’s Fashion Week and then a film festival, and if after a while at the extremes one suffers from issues of performance—a few weeks of this sort of behaviour will bring that on in a sixteen-year-old, never mind a guy in his thirties stressed into mania and in any case in moderately iffy cardiovascular health—then modern science is able to assist there, too. Where once there was the little blue pill there is now a feedback-regulated injectable dispenser, a little electronic capsule they put in your gluteus muscle that really does the business. You can customise response times and various other aspects of your experience from an iPhone app. I put my code key on the main screen and invite my guests to choose my level of arousal, rating another mention in the gossip pages. Satisfaction—for all concerned—is positively guaranteed. I am RoboKyriakos. My genitals emit a low amp electrical wang pulse, as Charles Dance memorably said.