It was an embrace filled with nostalgia, reminding us of everything we have missed during our stint in Government-mandated isolation.

Enlightened it is not but addictive it remains: there’s something stomach-churningly fascinating about watching human beings who know absolutely nothing about each other beyond their swimsuit colour preference having to publicly declare their romantic preferences, like the first half hour at a party when single people suss out the potential (and the competition) in the room.

Based on this opening episode not much has changed. It was as tediously formulaic as ever (“How are you feeling? How are YOU feeling?” asked presenter Laura Whitmore repeatedly). Yes, be reassured it will be as shallow as ever.

I hate myself as much as I love Faye, Kaz and Hugo and love it as much as I hate the rest and the whole retrograde stink of it.