I was so proud that I was able to host the conference at my parents’ house, especially when the delegates demonstrated their appreciation of the venue by taking photos of the grand rooms and the huge ornate staircase. However, the choice of location was not without its challenges, the first of which was dealing with a shortage of sherry glasses for serving drinks before dinner.

Another problem was the disappearance of TPR. He got left behind when we set off for an optional excursion to a world where digital music had not yet been invented. The analogue recording devices exhibited here stirred much interest amongst the men. All that JG wanted to do, for example, was display and boast about his reel-to-reel tape recorder.

Later I discovered TPR again, enjoying himself miles away in a massive water park. Amongst the extensive slide systems was his favourite hiding place: a huge pool fed by water from an artificial wave machine. I would fetch him home again just as soon as I could rid myself of the woman who kept asking me how I rated the musical repertoire of Wham!