The trammelling that Tim undergoes — it involves sex, drugs, midnight bathing, and, most daring of all, cream sherry — is, needless to say, the making of him, and our band of insurance brothers is duly loosened up and bonded.
Difficult, time-consuming and traditionally realised with a team of craftsmen it is – needless to say – in danger of becoming entirely redundant.
Which parties you can get into is, needless to say, a measure of your status.
It is, needless to say, the kind of encounter that Saudi women, especially those in its ever increasing class of highly educated professionals, would rather not face.
All of this is, needless to say, a brave performance, albeit one that gives rise to some awkward tonal transitions between the scattershot jokes and exclamatory one-liners and attempts to say something serious.
It is, needless to say, a humdinger of a Pinter (if you want to see it, it's coming back on stage any day now, doubtless as excruciatingly believable now as it was when he wrote it) in which the anatomy of the eternal triangle, lover, husband, wife, is dissected and exposed in all its utter banality.
Rather, so much of the suffering that comes with this disease is needless and borne of ignorance.
There are, needless to say, differences of degree.
The alternative is needless suffering, avoidable loss of life and missed opportunities for healthy women and girls to build a better life for themselves and their families.
