"Now I'm the king of the swingers, ooh!"

With a blip of this superb artistic quality, there is only one possible explanation, Tom came to visit me.

It was a short but sweet little visit, because she had an event at York St. John, which only ended at 3, and I had concert band starting at 5. So for the most of it Tom was sitting awkwardly watching us rehearse.

And, well, she had to do something in that time.

So she presented me with this before she left to get her bus.