It was only on my way to the gig in Paris that I realised the folly of my offer to Kevin F Sutherland to put on the season’s first performance of the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre.

I didn’t know the lines, couldn’t do the accent, and there was no way that I would be able to make the right puppet speak at the right time. Kev’s business would go belly up – all because of me.