Dele had been told five minutes. He spoke for eleven, which he says was restraint, and most of it was about a camping trip in 2009 that neither of us will ever explain.

Then he stopped, looked at the two of us, and said the only line anyone wrote down.

Nobody has let him forget it. It is in the cards, in the album, and in a frame by our front door, where he has to walk past it every Sunday.

The camping trip remains unexplained.