Sunday dawns slow in Las Vegas. As Carl Frampton hauled himself out of bed in his private loft at the MGM Grand yesterday, the morning after the night before would have brought only light relief.

Perhaps the feline fittings were there to provide some home comfort for the man from Tiger’s Bay. True to much of the style of this city — the world capital of excess — it all looked a little much though.

What next? After this, truly a night of nights... what next? Well, Motley Crue actually. And then Michael Bublé’s New Year’s Hangover Party.