The executive chairman and his personal assistant would like you to know how they spent Valentine’s Day

Actually, we have been mercifully spared the details of how and have instead been treated to the details of where. And once more we have to ask ourselves about the psychology of grown men and women whose most pressing priority on Valentine’s Day/Christmas Day/birthdays/Sunday/holidays is to take a picture and post it on Facebook to inform everybody about what they’re doing and where they are.

These two are particularly ridiculous, given their situation both personally and in the context of work. Only another one and a half years to go before the executive chairman can get his second divorce under the four-years-of-separation rule. And then he can marry for the third time to make sure there’s somebody around to change his nappies in his dotage without having to pay her.

A Maltese woman of low intelligence who is young enough to be your daughter and in your thrall for both of these reasons is a hell of a lot cheaper and more convenient than having to import a mail-order bride from some desperately poor nation of subservient women – a nice service provided by the Labour Party.