On a lighter note,
I nipped into the Symphony Hall around 6.30 to check the start time (it was indeed to be 7.30 on the dot).
In the long reception area/atrium that runs down the middle of the building (the building is split between the Symphony Hall and the International Conference Centre - ICC) I was struck by the number of guys dressed in suits and bow-ties and the number of women dressed in evening gowns and posh cocktail attire. Blimey I thought, Harley fans have really pushed the boat out tonight!
I repaired to the Brasshouse for a beer and was relieved to see other Harley fans in jeans and old tour T-shirts. Hoorah!
On my way back to the Symphony Hall I offered to share my umbrella with a winsome maiden in a posh evening dress (but no coat nor umbrella) who was struggling to keep her golden locks dry in the driving rain.
She told me that she was on her way to the ICC for her company's annual awards ceremony. Ah, that explained many of those I'd seen earlier done up to the nines!
The company was Specsavers.
Later on I did have the delicious hope that perhaps one or two of the ICC punters had wandered into the Symphony Hall by mistake, sat through the whole of Human Menagerie and at the interval had come out asking "Well the entertainment is top-notch, but when does the awards ceremony begin?".... only to be told "Should have gone to Specsavers!"