Rick Astley strides around like a former tea boy turned millionaire. The live music sound, heard somewhere around the Orrell Park ballroom, L9. Unlike last year, Roland Gift looks less ‘keep the taxi running’, more ‘I’ve popped into C&A on the way.’ A smile defeats my gormless exterior, as his previous non-descript musings to the ‘aims-to-please’ Margherita Taylor are revealed to be an apparent exchange between cousins, bless. 208 more words