Yesterday evening, as I drove through the rolled Cambridgeshire countryside, my local radio presenting duo promised me that they would be “talking with the legendary Dido”.
Omigod, they have actually got an interview with the Queen of Carthage! Who next? Cleopatra?
(Surely they couldn’t have meant the Queen of Bone-achingly Banal Bridget Jones Ballads, the classically-trained, but still strangely out-of-tune, Dido Armstrong?)