Missing the searing bite of the first outing as Mr Colchester turns his ire, in a scattershot way, to a broad range of public figure archetypes. Is all a little “dark” and “edgy” and not quite as clever as the previous instalment which was trying less hard.

I like the ending which puts you, the viewer, on the spot, but I would say that it borrows quite heavily from Russell T Davies’ Cucumber. I’m thinking specifically about the scene where the viewer is invited to swap their phone with their partner.

I love these little short mr Colchester stories and this one is perfectly creepy