There's plenty of them around if you look carefully, Sid.
By day they can be found wandering the streets of Pimlico and Chelsea (God, is there nowhere that sells a half-decent Chardonnay any more?) and by night they can be seen in the night clubs of Brentwood and Romford, indulging in intellectually stimulating conversation like nowhere else (my mate reckons you're well fit, doll).
True friends stab you in the front.