Staying with the Ws is like Christmas, I have decided. Only it’s the good bits, not the cruddy bits, before you get the wrong idea.

Mr W has taken time off to chill out with us, and we watch “Face/Off” in hi-def and surround sound. The room RUMBLES. It’s cool.

Whitney dies. It’s odd, but not unexpected. She’s not here with us, you understand, merely the phenomenon. Stay away from drugs, kids. Mine’s a pint. Actually, it’s red wine, but then I am very old.

Mr W has cooked his mum’s stew for us - and it’s a classic recipe. True winter fare, suet dumplings… Mmm… Thailand has a rival for cuisine :)

I type up the email addresses from new FranKo converts, and reflect on the new set. Happy.

Tommy goes to see a mate nearby and we all hunker down upon his return for the Empire movie quiz. The Ws are film buffs, and it’s a fiercely fought competition. It transpires that Ricky, whilst an appalling loser, is worse when winning. He crows spectacularly, seeking to undermine any confidence his opponents have left. Killer instinct. Love that Ricky. He’ll no doubt take this forward to Young Musician. We are all keeping our fingers crossed for him.

The evening ends with all of us flaked out watching “The Woman In Black” - the original, not the Harry Potter re-make. Mr W is terrified of it, which amuses us no end. “It’s her eyes….” he says.

So, @FranKoSeniorsUK HQ is a blast, and they are attending in force at tomorrow night’s Bodega gig.