Those words have been going over and over in my head ever since last week when I saw the 1987 film of the  “Queen” Concert Live from Budapest. The film began at ten-thirty one night on BBC Four and I thought I would just watch a half hour of it before going to bed. Eleven o’clock came and went, twelve o’clock came and went – it was magical. It was so entrancing that even Chris stayed awake to watch all of it, which is just as well because had he snored I would have hit him (or prodded him fiercely!).

When Freddie Mercury began the haunting strains of “Who wants to live forever?” I had tears in my eyes, thinking about his premature death from AIDs in 1991. I took some comfort from the irony that he does live on in a way, in his work and in people’s memories – maybe not forever, but as he sang… “Who wants to live forever?”