Anyway the vast majority of the audience turned out to be nuns from different convents across the city. I was concerned that there could be a rumble between the different factions – but I guess they’d brokered some kind of gang truce before coming. In the event no knives were confiscated.

Since then the nun ball has been kept bouncing with regular, well-spaced sister-pleasers like ‘Miss Potter’ and ‘The Queen’. I’m quite enjoying this new audience. I’ve always been on the side that finds nuns very funny rather than terrifying. Three of my dad’s sisters were nuns – they rocked with the Marist massive – sporting French navy. All three of them were tiny – much shorter than my dad and the rest of his siblings. I could never work out if their lack of stature was somehow linked to their vocation – and if so what came first? Was it something about being tiny that allowed them to hear the voice? Or, more sinisterly, did marrying Jesus stunt their growth? I should add that this isn’t just true of my aunties – most nuns are minute. Never trust a tall one.

Anyway, sadly my dad’s sisters are no longer alive and so I’ve lost touch a bit with the whole scene in latter years. It was interesting to see how things have changed. The average age still seems to be about 79 and average height 5’1’’, but some things are different. I noticed that a lot of them now have mobile phones. I hope they remembered to turn them off during the film and didn’t keep texting each other big LOLZ throughout.