...starting with a less-than-recent example. Myself and Mrs Radge, in a posh Kensington ye-olde-Asian-fayre restaurant for an anniversary meal last summer, sitting not two tables away from erstwhile BBC political journalism supremo and dancing-bag-of-pork-chops John Sergeant, who was entertaining a lady several years his junior in intimate-candlelit-dinner scenario.

PA, or lady of the night? As yet unproven.

Your turn.