Gemma,…who is this cad Oliver? Point him out to me and I shall slap him on his cheeks with my gloves! Anyone who could leave you (on a train, I gather) for another woman (as some of your sings suggest) is a man bereft of taste. A man who would don a paste- board helmet to go into battle, or attempt to warm himself by a painting of a fire. Why, just mention his name and I’ve got my dukes up for you Gemma!!