It was Christmas Eve, babe:
Manc.: (bright-eyed, amused) So? Which Premiership manager d' y' reckon it is, then?
Shane: Is what?
Manc.: Y' haven't heard?
Manc.: Some Premier League manager has been caught leaving a brothel - hasn't been named, though. When I heard, my heart sank. I just thought 'Pulis'.
A conversation ensues, in which I explain that I can't believe that it would have been the Manc's beloved Pulis, manager of Stoke City.
Manc's Wife: The article said he was wearing branded sportswear as he left the building - which was on an industrial estate.
Shane: Sounds a bit Midlands, could be anywhere, though.
An alternative festive game develops, in which we compare guesswork and thinking. Our collective intellectual might forms a pointless Poirot.
Shane: So from what you tell me, we can identify three characteristics of the punter... he's high profile, with a lot to lose - so he's a risk-taker. We can assume that he's able to be fairly amoral about paying for sex, or the sex economy. And we know that he's the sort of man who's willing to be out in public in branded sportswear.
We narrow the field to six or seven.
Manc.: So if you were a Premiership manager, would you have been ruled out yet?
Shane: Great question. Risk-taker - I can be. Amoral as regards the sex economy - tricky, but yes, I can be that. Out in public in branded sportwear?
Manc's Wife: That's the one, isn't it?
Shane: I wouldn't be out in branded sportswear - no way.
Manc.: That's the measure of a man, isn't it. Who'd be willing to be seen out in branded sportswear.
Shane: It's one measure, that's for sure.
I spend moments through the rest of the day wondering about how the story - such that it is one - will be played out elsewhere. In various football managers' households, in pubs and clubs, and in the 'wider press and public', I imagine many shrugging shoulders. Later, I notice in the Daily Mail coverage, a reference to the brothel as a 'Scene of Disgrace'. 'Disgrace' in what sense, I wonder.