At school I had singing lessons. Not because I was so bad, they had to do something about my out of tune voice, but because I was deemed too petite to manage a sax and my parents vetoed carting a harp about (my first and second instrument choices.) Voice was my plan C. It was a rite of passage to do duets at local singing festivals and everyone ended up performing the ‘Red Shoe Blues’ - a show tune of dubious origin with amended lyrics name checking Topshop, Dotty Ps and Debenhams (Raf Simons eat your heart out.)