“Dancing queen, young and sweet…”

I’ve neglected to mention that the hotel we’re all staying in has for the evening bar entertainment, Romania’s finest singing duo. They’re actually good entertainment value if not always in the way intended. Comprising a man who deals with all the background tasks of playing the keyboard or guitar as required and a singer who Simon suspects has borrowed her wardrobe from a previous job in another Eastern European “hospitality” industry – silver tinsel lamé is quite stylish when you know how to wear it.

The best part of the evening is when they start to notice that we are the most appreciative table in the audience by a large margin and start to take requests. The girls want at least one Abba song evening and a Central European cover of a Scandinavian accented phonetic rendition of English is great after at least two double Brandies.