I was standing in the dark outside Seven Sisters tube station, trying (and failing) to look inconspicuous. It was drizzling. I was distinctly uncomfortable.
It wasn’t the most auspicious start to an evening, but, believe it or not, I had good reason to be loitering on a street corner in this part of London.
Earlier that afternoon, a friend had asked me to accompany her to a mysterious musical event. She had been invited to meet the organiser to discuss her final knitwear collection (artistes must stick together) and, never one to turn down a spontaneous invitation, I agreed to be her plus one.