My my! It’s eight o’clock on a Friday evening, and I’m ‘performing’ on stage alongside one of the biggest bands in the world, who are also one of Sweden’s most famous exports: ABBA.
I have a glass of champagne in one hand, and a microphone in the other, attempting (badly, but enthusiastically) to sing along to Waterloo, while flanked by Benny, Bjorn, Agnetha and Anni-Frid - or, at least, their avatars.