I remember being disdainfully scornful when Ian Staples started smoking in the run up to Pygmalion however many years ago. Now I must swallow my scorn as I stooped so low as to buy "tranquility tea", whatever that is, after Sunday's riotously successful rehearsal.

I have this jaunty tune bouncing ominously round in my head. It will feature in the play for the judge scenes behind the 'singer' pieces. Just now, it neatly captures my vague excitement and vague sense of foreboding...