Well, at least that's what it felt like on stage. I shall never know what I did to deserve such an honour and then squandering it dancing like a twit next to the divine Mr Monahan while he sang and the equally divine Mr Stafford played the ukelele. I shall be eternally thankful to the Universe for placing me at the right place at the right time. Just wish I had the sense to go for a long overdue haircut before the concert.
(Image used with permission from Rachel Nejade. Thank you, Rachel)