Daniel Tizon offers a forensic dissection of daily life’s minor agonies, from dealing with a chatty new neighbour to accepting, aged eight, dancing wasn’t for him, concluding that the extroverted demands of flair, gestures and exaggerated facial expressions were a technical impossibility for his understated persona.

He explores, with equal scrutiny, the fraught etiquette of the adult education college urinal, specifically the moment a classmate you’ve never spoken to in class attempts to initiate the breakthrough conversation while positioned next to you at the trough. Of all the places to finally bond, the gents’ feels like a questionable choice.

It's all a social minefield.