A lass I picked up was wearing pyjamas, which believe it or not is not that unusual. It’s mainly Sunday mornings when they have stayed with friends after a night out; they don’t like to go home in the previous nights clothes. But this was on a Tuesday afternoon and she had not a hair out of place and was covered in fresh makeup. So much so that it must have been all over her hands judging by the handprints she left all over the backseats and doors. It must have been industrial strength because it was a nightmare to clean off, pity the poor guy who gets any of that on his collar.