Siouxsie Sioux and I were in trouble, both deemed as unsuitably attired for the event. She wore a black sequinned cocktail dress. I hadn’t even managed to get out my bed clothes. I was still wearing the thin white cotton nightie that my parents gave me for my wedding night.

Before I could do anything about this, however, I had to apologise again to ST for dragging him into my dreams once more. He grimaced at me from beneath a naff 1970s moustache.