I'm happy to forget all that just for the sheer pleasure of waving a large folder in Vic's face on 26th, spending precious minutes assembling a music stand, leafing through the folder - dropping some pages as a I do so - finally choosing a song, tuning up interminably, starting off in the wrong key and then changing my mind, losing my place while performing, staring at the music and ignoring the audience meantime.

Aaaaaaaaaaaargh! Why did I know this was coming?