This is the highest point in the South of England and I climbed it on Saturday with a group of people which included a man wearing formal shoes with the heel flapping off and a bulldog called Mutley.

Standing on top of that rock formation being battered by the January wind with Dartmoor at my feet was quite literally a world away from the teeth-numbing sponge-legged hatch-spewing basement-dwelling party monster behaviour of the weekend before.

As Irvine Welsh's 'Juice' Terry would say: "Variety. It's the spice ay life no?"