OK. I think I’m ready. I’ve combed my legs, ironed my hair, lanced a couple of boils, purchased a fresh tube of cold sore cream, rubbed toothpaste into my gums, bought a stetson, put on a new pair of cycling shorts and retrieved my cleanest pair of y-fronts from the laundrey basket. I’ll also be carrying a cat under one arm, as an expert I know has suggested that this never fails when one is woo-ing women. Ladies, Fraser’s on his way.