The dancing started accidentally. I just lifted the needle on to the track of the LP that happened to be on the turntable and everyone took to the floor. I thought it would all be over in three minutes, but then came calls for more. Perhaps there was an old Abba album in the pile of vinyl by the record player? There was, but none of the songs listed on the cover were familiar to me.

By now a crowd of male friends had gathered around the ancient equipment. I wondered if we could connect up the iPhone and work our way through the party playlist. “Impossible” said TPR as he shook his head. The dancing was over.

This was a great disappointment to JS, who arrived late and missed all the fun.