“I still have my voice. I used to sing in the choir… when I was younger. A lovely boy soprano I was… when I was much younger. It’s not as high as it used to be… it’s much, much lower. Less piercing. And only brought out at parties.
My trouble seems to be a lack of perfect pitch – more Sunday League than Wembley. And I prepare myself to sing, and it’s like being on my doorstep – I can’t find my key, and even if I do, I just stand there not knowing if it’s safe to go in.
That’s an old joke – even older than I am – and I tell it very badly. As they say…
… timing, is everything.”