[Discussing Michael's abortive proposal attempt to Delysia and the reasons behind his spell in prison]

Dare I ask what happened?

After an hour and a half of bobbing around on my own, I opened the champagne. One glass didn't seem enough, one thing led to another... then I had a bit of a brainwave as we floated past the Tower of London.

Oh, dear.

Decided the ring I had wasn't good enough for her. And when a man wants a diamond, what better place to get one than the Tower of London? Well, the rest is all a bit hazy...