Adam doesn’t realise how bored he is with all this until the reappearance of Rachel’s pornographically hot, bad, mad cousin Ellie. She blows back into Golders Green after years in Manhattan, which she has now fled following a sex scandal. Ellie opens the eyes of straight, prudish Adam to the limitations of his cosy but Identikit life. “Why,” he frets, “did they have to chug along every benchmark, every occasion, every ceremony as if their lives were one long snaking predetermined conga line?” A hideous crisis of faith, love and family ensues.