It was nice to be back at the Royal Festival Hall at the weekend.

Despite having a seat way way way at the back.

Despite all the people who arrived late and wandered around aimlessly so as to block my view.

Despite the fact that they double booked my seat.

Despite the fact that I missed half of the quite brilliant Valerie Project trying to sort out the double booking.

Despite the over-officious orange-jacketed security staff attempting to prevent any swift resolution to the double booking.

Despite – mapsadaisical recurrent theme alert – the queues for the toilets (didn’t they put more in?).

And despite – I may have mentioned this already – the fact that there was a double booking.

Despite all that, stamping around on the bat and ball carpet whilst looking out over the Thames fair warmed my heart after a few years away.