Looking out over London from the top floor bar at the St Georges Hotel, three of us were engaged in a discussion about slovenliness. I am prone, when I have a few days without social engagements, to stay unwashed and let the natural oils back into my skin. It must affect the pheremones too, as I clock the biggest hit rate when I'm soiled. And wearing a red Gap fleece. True. I can't go into Waitrose for fear of being accosted. The only time I got asked out by a genuine millionaire, I was grubby and Gapped:-o One of tonight's party admitted she doesn't shower every day even when being social. "I suppose I'm a slut," she said, "but I never break into a sweat even during aerobics, so I just top and tail." Is that where the phrase originates? We were musing thus after the third member of the group admitted taking ninety minutes to get ready every morning because of rituals around bathing. A woman with very strong ideals, she is abstemious to an extreme. She kept studying my tequila sunrise with concern. The only way I could drink was by turning my attention to the picture window. It left me quite heady, gazing across the glorious spire of All Souls, Langham Place, to the elegant curve in the road where Broadcasting House and The Langham posture imperiously at each other.