We last saw Mark and Jez on the point of disbanding the El Dude Brother alliance. Dobby had said “Fuck it” and agreed to move in with Mark (shall we have a bunch of ‘Don’t Do It Dob’ badges printed up à la Charles and Di?), while Jez’s irrepressible horniness had lost him even the booby prize accommodation of Hans’ bag. Was it finally to happen? Was Mark and Jez’s uni hangover co-dependence actually about to come to an end?

Of course not. Luckily for us, Jeremy unleashed the same ferocious ambition on his ‘moving out of the flat’ plan as he had on his music career, with precisely the same result: he’s going nowhere.

That’s not to say Jez didn’t make some progress in the episode. Though he’s no more likely to actually move out than Johnson is to become a grief counsellor (poor Gerard, what a couple of eulogies…), in the first of the episode’s funerals, Jez said goodbye to his music dreams. That’s right, The Hair Blair Bunch, Spunk Bubble, Momma’s Kumquat, Coming Up For Blair, Various Artists, Curse These Metal Hands, Danny Dyer’s Chocolate Homunculus, Man Feelings, and latterly, The Thirteen Bastards are no more, having ended up not in the annals of music fame, but in a bin, on fire. Quite punk, that really.

Jez’s next adventure involves him training to becoming a life coach, a job for which he’s so magnificently unsuited that when it occurred to Peep Show’s writers, they must have grinned from ear to ear. Would you take life advice from Jeremy Usborne, a man who can’t get to sleep unless he’s wearing a woolly hat? It was brilliant stuff, as was Robert Webb’s fantastically Jezzy (now a word) Curly-Wurly tirade to that filthily monikered therapist.

After pulling a Tyler Durden in the special sauce at the Mexican restaurant, Mark was back on the job hunt too, after receiving a tip-off from an unexpected source.