Nevertheless, the Whirly Band were out as usual, sheltering from the rain in the atrium of the Clarendon building, and though both band and crowd were understandably a little bit lacking in energy, we got there in the end.
I remember thinking at one point, rather disappointedly, that it was all going to be a bit of a damp squib, that it wasn't going to work. Then I looked up and saw that, by dint of the way the rain had accidentally stained the stone, the statue of Sir Thomas Bodley on the New Bodleian Library appeared to have grown horns, or hare's ears, or more probably asses ears.
And at that moment the magic struck. Suddenly we were bouncing, the music was playing us. In response, the crowd started dancing, splashing through the puddles with arms linked in celebration. The weather couldn't stop us.