Ah, yes. I'd forgotten that. Sorry to open old wounds, old chap.
She wasn't there. I was surrounded by a bunch of trainspotterish men who actually appeared to care about things like 'styling' and something called 'trim'. When not talking about these things, they spent the rest of their time nitpicking and b1tching about the (entirely free) hotel/restaurant/transport/staff/entertainment/hospitality and slagging off the then Top Gear presenters (of whom they were all plainly very, very envious).
Cvnts.