You’re an arsehole, I’m an arsehole, we’re all arseholes. But there are different levels of arseholery. Sometimes it is just in your mind, an errant thought. A smirk at someone stumbling, disdain at a fashion faux pas, giggling at a fail on social media. We are all arseholes.

If you think of your close circle of friends, one of them is an arsehole. If you cannot think who it is, it is probably you. I can freely admit that, amongst my close friends, I am probably high up on the arsehole list.