At the end of last week, in giddy excitement, I googled "ABBA reunion", thrilled that one of the greatest pop groups of all time had reconvened to make new music and were taking to the road again, albeit as "digital avatars" rather than imperious ice maidens and their hirsute thanes.
The very first news site I came across began: "Admit it, we're all guilty of knowing the words to Dancing Queen." I turned on the radio and heard a discussion in which the presenter was asserting that the reunion would be Bjorn and Benny's concern largely because "the girls didn't play anything, did they?"
