As as rule, Beloved Sophie and I don’t have arguments. Disagreements, discussions, a battle of wit and wisdom – yes, but not proper shouting matches. The closest we ever come is during DIY sessions or while pontificating about music.

The last such wrangle was over the meaning of a Cat Empire song. While not wishing to go over the details of it, in short I was completely correct and she was very, very wrong.

This week, it got heated fairly late on after 3 bottles of wine. I don’t remember the fine details but Beloved suggested I am “a crap musician” for reasons involving Paul Simon, Josef Mengele and the Bhundu boys.

I am ashamed to admit I had no answer to that.