One Saturday, I think the one prior to Easter Monday, we had an engagement a little way down the line from Fenchurch Street, and when we returned about 10 p.m. the station was packed with holiday makers. One of the quartet observed that the crowd looked more like a party of mourners than holiday makers and suggested we should cheer them up. Why he thought a third rate male voice quartet would make them cheer up beats me—he must have been a conceited optimist. Anyway, we at least woke them up for when we started John Peel—the effect was electric. Everyone within earshot seemed to stop talking and listen and when we had finished our audience called for an encore and they got it in the shape of, “When Evening’s Twilight”.