Isaac Hayes and Prince were both playing in London on Friday night, but I would still rather have been at AbbeyFest watching Wayne Fernandez, which is handy, because that is actually where I was.
I took the casual snap on the right with my camera phone as I was putting my hands up 4 Detroit during the evening.
Could the bright ectoplasmic aura in the middle of the stage be our friend?
Mark Marlowe is going to meet Dave Saxby soon, I wonder if he will make of it?
Perhaps a Ghost Light for the Colour House Theatre would be a prudent precaution?