Here we go again. We had to, we simply had to, there was nothing else to be done. How could you go to see Julia Masli’s show and not want to see what it would be like a second time? And so, Hazel, George, and I return. Where before we were sat encouragingly towards the wall and in the middle, here we are aisle-side of the second row. Oh boy. For a moment, as the show begins, I almost have some doubts as to whether it was a good idea to come back, for the illusion to be shattered, to undermine what was quite a special moment. Oh but then. George has learnt nothing from the first show and foolishly becomes the first to answer “I don’t have any problems”, thus sealing his fate of spending the rest of the show topless. New problems like depression, financial hardship, and bad skin are addressed - I am happily able to contribute moisturiser to the latter. When a man unhappy with his houseshare is being helped, someone from the back offers they have a flat. It’s Glenn Moore, wholly unprepared for what must come next. Masli tells him she loves him and that she has an idea for the end of the show. We know what that means. Oh what joy.