Well-spoken newcomer Emily Haworth-Booth has a very low-key delivery, teasingly slow and deliberately stilted as she describes in painstaking detail how sexy she is and how her clothes were carefully chosen to show off her curves.

Such boasting is supposed to be tongue-in-cheek, of course, but it doesn’t quite come off because, well, because needs to be ugly for this to work – and she’s not.

She’s certainly got an agreeable turn of phrase, and the approach is distinctive – it just feels as if she’s writing for someone else.

Haworth-Booth also employs that tried-and-tested technique of reciting rap lyrics in a posh, plummy voice ill-suited to cool. It’s a trick guaranteed to work, but is becoming a tired one.