I can't be too mean because it's for charity and all that, but this is like a real life scene from Oceans Eleven and i hate them all to the very core for being richer, better looking, drunker and more tanned than I have and ever will be. George Clooney could smear his chest in Joseph Jackson's duck butter and he'd still have a four mile queue of women wanting to lick it off.

But are they all really happy? You know, deep down in their souls?

Of course they are you twat.