Her tall, attractive, smart college roommate breezes into town to announce that she’s just skipped bail and needs a good hideout.

‘F*king typical bloody Bridgette, only ever thinks about her bloody self’. She’s always got exactly what she wanted in life and never gives a fig about what other people value – like a peaceful-law-abiding life…or to hang onto their nerdy boyfriends…but you s’pose that was 12 years ago now. Maybe it’s a French thing. Maybe it’s time to forgive her?

You find yourself wondering, for the ten thousandth time, how someone so smart can be so clueless…then she opens her mouth and blurts “Where is Brett anyway?”.

Suddenly all thoughts of forgiveness shrivel on the vine. Her decision to skip bail and hide out with her accuser makes a heck of a lot more sense. Now to disappoint her.