"Grant my last request and just let me hold you, don't shrug your shoulders, lay down beside me".
As one the voices in the Winter Gardens soar, I stand sweaty, arms raised, singing so loudly I am vaguely aware of how off key my voice is.
But I do not care.
A little way behind me I can hear Gayle singing. To my right Dean is doing Paolo Does Broadway because that is the only way that Dean will sing.
You can just about hear PYFB above all of us, leading this disparate choir of ours. And I think of all the times that I have heard this song. In a pub in Balham (almost). In a venue opposite an old man pub. In a park in Marylebone. In the huge circus tent in Dundee, the first act of the day, and one of my highlights of One Big Weekend. Coventry the day These Streets went to number three and PYFB got spectacularly drunk and took his top off. The Universities and the strange club venues where the girls wore clothes not too dissimilar to mine and knew the words.
And I think how These Streets has, inadvertently, become something of a soundtrack to my life. From the opening bars of 'Jenny...' it makes me smile. It makes me bounce around. It makes me laugh, overflowing as it is with memories. Once, sitting upstairs on a bus on the way into Leeds, it made me cry. It does all the things that music should and PYFB raw, with an accent where, when you're lucky, you catch every other word he says has become one of my favourite live performers.
As PYFB stops singing, leaving the words to the voices, there is nothing outside of the moment.
I turn to face the stage and close my eyes.