Jess thought she was just James’ plus-one for the evening. But between Charlotte’s barbs, Fredric’s teasing and a walk back to the hotel that turns into a champagne and wine fuelled frolic, it is beginning to look like something out of a movie scene. Sweet Mustard Night is messy, witty and thoroughly irresistible.

Jessica only expected fine wine and polite conversation. Instead, she found herself in four-inch heels, being dragged into a tray dance.

Well, as the Bible says, ' First shall be last and last shall be first .' Deflated, I rolled into the space for the front of the queue...