She was already at the bar when we arrived, writing on her notepad and occasionally ripping pieces off and putting them into a bag.

We ordered our beer and wandered across, she’d volunteered at a local OAP home since our first year, she was to spend the day there at the weekend and was organising activities, “charades” she said. I offered to help and took a sheet of paper and a pen; “songs or movies” she said.

I wrote down three, tore them off and put them into the bag; “Knocking on Heaven’s Door” and “Stairway to Heaven” came to me immediately, “Urotsukidoji; Legend of the Overfiend” took a few seconds longer, something to keep the old blighters on their toes.