Now I hold my hands up – on an almost daily basis – to being no expert when it comes to the complexities of the female psyche, but I’m going to stick my neck out here and propose that if Paula was a bit iffy about her husband grunting around on stage with Miley Cyrus, she might not interpret the liberation of private text messages as a totally robust form of apology. Particularly as they’re accompanied by footage of Thicke with – you’re going to need to sit down for this one – yet another naked model. But that’s just my take on things. Perhaps I should defer to the winning romantic instinct of a chap whose ascent to the pinnacle of woo includes blowing smoke in a woman’s face.

Peter Robinson totally nailing it re: Robin Thicke in The Guardian