The RVT on Sunday was lovely, despite - or perhaps because of - not being allowed in to see the show. Instead, we drank cheap off-licence lager on the grassy knoll and discussed good friends with other good friends. We ended the evening in conversation with two of the loveliest people on the planet. [Hello Andy! Hello Christian!]

Andy - a huge ABBA fan - took great delight in getting Marcus to say "Agnetha" and "Fältskog" and "Lyngstad", and seemed surprised that he was able to pronounce them properly. [Uh, yeah, he really is Swedish!] And someone made my weekend, my week, my year, by giving me something I've waited nearly twenty years for. And it was worth the wait.