‘That’s my story. My journeying is over. I am eighty-four and my next trek will be through the stars to the great beyond, where I hope to meet again those I knew in my wanderings down here. If the humour takes us and there’s a playwright handy, Hilton Edwards or the Abbey’s Frank Dermody may be tempted to direct a show in some celestial alhambra, where angels with folded wings will sit in the stalls, applaud politely and maybe come round after and say, “That was great!’”