But Sunday night was the most eventful, when I giggled a great deal over the menu after some very high-quality grass of Eric’s, and Graham ended up being seduced by an Aberdeen gentleman on a fishing holiday. Graham resisted evidently, but was well pissed and woke me about 1.00 banging on my door saying he was Ethel de Keyser.

On Monday night he woke me again just after I’d dropped off, when I heard him on his room saying ‘Betty Marsden!’ rather loudly in a variety of silly ways.

Tuesday night, however, he was kind enough to be content with putting a note under my door with ‘Best wishes, Betty Marsden’ written on it.