But where do you draw the line of what is acceptable to talk about - particularly in the gossipy world of television production?

Coffee-geeks in the trendy East London cafe were slightly alarmed as I first shouted with joy, then wiped tears from my eyes, as Gemma Gibbons slammed her opponent to the mat and mouthed "I love you mum," to the heavens.

Being a man who writes of (and occasionally participates in) fairly masculine adventures, I thought I'd explore this concept. The inference is two-fold: if talking is girly, then solitude must be manly; and solitude results in achievement.