Well it would have done if we had got there in time.
We joined the enormous queue at about 6.35, having had to walk from Lpoo St because the Circle Line was buggered. I didn't realise how slow I have become at walking, as Jan & Denis were leaving me behind and waiting at every junction. Everything started to shuffle forward slowly around 6.45, but we ground to a halt around 7 pm and at about 7.20 we were told that we wouldn't get in. The only highlight was watching Melvin Barg poncing around waiting for a taxi.
At that point Plan B came into operation and we went to Gourmet Pizza for what I think passed as a gourmet pizza and then some rather good beer in two or three pubs on the South Bank. We got into a train home about 10.45 and I slept soundly to Prittlewell, and here I am.
Fatters' mate Mr. Grant will be receiving some reserved tickets for next week's show.