Here is a photo of me and music journalist/script writer David Quantick looking like Simon and Garfunkel (without the guitar). We’re at the Laugharne Weekend located on the stunningly beautiful Taff estuary.

The town is buzzing at the end of three days of music, poetry and prose. This is where Dylan Thomas lived and is buried. I came here in the early 80’s on a detour from a family holiday in Tenby, to see the boathouse where Thomas did much of his writing. Browns Hotel where we are staying, is where the great man did much of his drinking and by the end of his life in 1953 he was doing more drinking than writing.

When I came here last I was a postman paying homage to the man who created one of the most famous postmen in literary history. Willy Nilly, the postman immortalised in Under Milk Wood, steamed open all the letters he had to deliver, read the content which he then delivered verbally to his customers.

My interviewer David is a funny and lugubrious man. The audience is every bit as entertained by him as by me and afterwards, at the book signing, I receive many suggestions that we should form a duo.

After my show finishes at 7.30 I contemplate going to see Gruff Rhys the genius behind Super Furry Animals, who is playing solo at the church. I love SFA and have every album from Fuzzy Logic to Hey Venus. But Carolyn and I haven’t had a proper meal for two days and the lure of dinner at a local restaurant proves too strong.

On our way there we bump into another music legend – Tracy Thorn, one half of Everything But the Girl. I ask after her other half, Ben, writer of two excellent memoirs, and tell her how much I like her album which Carolyn bought me for Christmas.

Like Ben, Tracy is a memoirist of huge talent as well as being an entertaining columnist for New Statesman. She’s a polymath and it’s such a delight to meet her at last – oh and the dinner was superb.