The RIBA should employ Paul Arendt from the Guardian to write all their publicity material:

The architect is an archetype, marinated in cinema history: he is intelligent, scrupulously fair-minded (Henry Fonda’s juror No 8 in 12 Angry Men was an architect), wealthy and creative. He’s secretly romantic, like Tom Hanks. He’s hubristic but brilliant, like Paul Newman in The Towering Inferno. And he’s a fantastic lay: witness the scene in Jungle Fever when Wesley Snipes has sex with Anabella Sciorra on his own drafting table. Back to the drawing board indeed.

This isn’t entirely true. I’m not particularly wealthy.