Groovy, baby!

It's 1967 and England still swings like a pendulum does. And you're spending the weekend with some of the brightest faces in Britain at the Chelsea home of Lord Michael Jagged. What could be more hip and happening?

But as you gather for dinner on Sunday evening, the shock news is brought to you by Austen McClue: Lord Michael is dead. Maybe even murdered...

On Friday night (Sunday evening for the sake of the plot) I take on the character of Mary-Jane Faithless, an ex-girlfriend of the murdered Lord.

Apparently I'm now famous in my own right as a top pop singer.

My costume is supposed to involve "wildly flaring sleeves". I think I'll be ringing my sister!!!