To expand on the following, there are times when Mrs Bryer might put on her choice of power ballad and I might announce Celine's big finish with comments like 'cabin doors to manual' or something about pre-flight checks being completed...Any road, sometimes it's like this...

The other night, Simon Mayo played 'The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down', Joan Baez version. Mrs Bryer had picked me up from the station and she sang along all the way through, word perfect, and asked me to download it for her. Love that song, she said.

So I fannied about with the iTunes 30-snippetty-second previews for quite a while until I found a likely one and I bunged it on the purple iPod. As soon as we played the thing back we both cringed in an instant at the sound of applause at the start, and when it came to our Joan calling for the assembly to 'clap your hands now', well it was all over. And off.

Mrs Bryer, Sandra, said, 'I never like "live" versions'.
"I'll play you The Band," I said.

Studio version. Brown album, I think, but it's not important, because she hated it. And to be fair, Levon did sound a little pinched. And then I realise that here's a case where the live version has a real sniff of a chance of blowing off someone's popsox.

So I cued up Sky+ for The Last Waltz (currently on MGM HD - or it was until recently) and she sat in silence and watched 'Dixie', and I watched it for the nth time, as I was watching her, but she gave nothing away, and then it finished and she said,

"Brilliant," she said, "THAT'S the one. Can you download it for me?"