Me and Lucy Porter at the celebrity poker TV programme. Luckily I didn't have to play her as I would have been distracted by her cleavage!
Plus me on screen, probably about to make some stupid error.
You can see how much exertion the tennis contest against my nephew had put me through. I had only played him once at this point. I was still a bit ill after the dating marathon, which is the only way I can explain this uncharacteristically prodigious sweating!