There’ll be poetry (some of it by Clive James, whom she met at Cambridge), memories, jokes and songs accompanied and jointly sung by the pianist John Martin who was with her in Dickens Women, the show in which she showcased her love of the novelist (“absolutely level with Shakespeare”). She says the show’s title is not her own but admits to being an egotist. “I love myself. It’s a passion. Totally requited,” she says and laughs. “It stems from the love I was surrounded with as a child. Love is probably the only thing everybody needs, but certainly children need it. When people say, 'There’s got to be a father and a mother, you can’t have gay couples being parents’, I think, '******** - all that matters is that children have love’. I had oodles of it. Probably almost too much. And so I always expect to find love from other people and I always expect to give it. That’s made my passage through life reasonably easy.”