Don't be fooled! What appears to be a blurry Stephen Fry atop a piano is in fact Antony. We'd been waiting for some kind of diva behaviour this weekend, but were fobbed off with not being allowed to take photographs in front of his piano in case we got in his eye line. Well, you're not going to want to be snapped if you're more used to playing in front of four people in a garret somewhere, are you? Sure, he and the band are big stars now - nobody turning out such unearthly vocals could help but touch a large swathe of disaffected youth - but it's all very fragile. Even with the frankly enormous grand piano he's hiding behind. A bit too fragile for the likes of us, we feel like we shouldn't be there if we're not going to have an epiphany. We go off for more pear cider instead.