There were times when it seemed that the Tour wouldn't actually start - at ten o'clock, when the first musical act of three was supposed to be taking to the stage, dinner in the big tent was just only just starting. By eleven, Rufus, our host, took the brave decision to get the music going, even though the meal was far from finished - even braver when you consider that he was part of the first act.
So Rufus and his pals took to the stage for an eclectic mix of Blondie, Magazine, Martha and the Muffins and another couple I'd never heard of. Not even the smoke machine doing a Spinal Tap 'set to 11' moment could dampen his enthusiasm.
Next up was 'Grace and Bass' - a girl and a guitar, accompanied by a lad with a double bass, providing a genuine 'hair stand up on the back of the neck' moment, blowing the assembled crowd away with her talent. Rufus is something in Investment in the City - one hopes he's invested a bob or two in her success.
By then, it was well past midnight, and Grace kindly curtailed her set so we could finally get on - or so we thought. In fact, our Host's wife, the lovely Ali, popped up on stage for a surpise song. She did it so well, the crowd quite rightly insisted she do it again.
And then, once everyone else had done their bit, it was TLOGtime. After a swift switch of instruments, and Tod and Dan giving the PeeVee a good kicking, we finally got going.
We only had time to do half the set, but it went very well - Ian doing fantastically on his first time out 'in anger' with the TLOGS. The floor filled and danced, we had to do two encores, and then we all settled down to watch Chitty Chitty Bang Bang at 2.30 in the morning, while munching Organic chocolates and tiny meringues.
And life don't get much better than that.
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