Are you in your late twenties or older, and slightly worried that you're not really a 'good' person? Worried that the legacy you're leaving for future generations' amounts to little more than a mountain of debt, a mountain of non-biodegradable rubbish, and a mountain of thoughts and opinions that add nothing to the advancement of the species?

Lucy Porter is worried about all these things and plenty more besides. Can a drinking, gambling, all-round hedonist ever consider herself to be morally good? Can an avid consumer of cheap airfares, pop culture and cheap clothes ever be good to the planet? Can a bubbly, affable, happy comedienne ever be really good at delivering stand-up that affects other people?