On that day there were hundreds of people gathered on the quay and at the British Legion building. Requests came in from far and wide by text and email.
For me the most bizarre moment was when I was in full flow with turntable and microphone and I looked up at the croud on the quay and then at my mother who had decided to squeeze herself down the Houdini hatch with a glass in one hand and an unlit cigarette in the other. All in all it was a mad evening.
Good old Mum - she knew how to party alright.