So I was watching this programme with Rupert Everett last night about prostitution and he was

recalling the time he'd had to go and identify the body of a transexual hooker friend of his who'd been stabbed in the Bois de Boulougne (as it were). He was talking to his old hooker pals about the fact that he's assumed (s)he had had the op so feminine was (s)he, only to see on the slab that (s)he was 'très bien monté' and possessed 'un monstre'.

How they all laughed.

Odd programme. :- Interesting, though.

Dear old Rupe seems to have had so much plastic surgery he looks as though he's wearing facial prosthetics, though.

almost at a seconds notice.

Did you go round to his house or did he come to you?