I pride myself on never being late for anything.  But unavoidably late I am for Glen Hansard’s show at The Royal Festival Hall (it’s a long and boring story involving a room full of teenage guitarists - I will spare you) and I kick myself as I am ushered by torchlight to my seat and Hansard’s eleven-strong band (3 strings, 3 horns, 2 keys, drums, bass and guitar) promptly leave the stage in order that the man himself can take the piano alone.  What?!  I’ve arrived in the lull?!  Dammit!  I discover later than I’ve missed eight whole songs but, luckily for me, there’s plenty still to come.