I was waiting in Yoko Ono's dressing room for the lady herself to arrive and have a quick chat before the snappers got their photo op yesterday.
Yoko was running late so all I could really do was take in the room and gaze out of the window at the telly crews gathering around her "wishing tree" in the courtyard garden.
Anyway, it's always interesting to get a sneak peak behind the scenes.
So let me paint a picture for you.
Sitting in a corner of the fairly functional dressing room there was a VERY low sofa, which, when she finally arrived Yoko spurned in favour of us sitting on two plastic chairs.
Of course, she may just not have wanted us both to get comfortable and chat on and on!
There were two bowls of fresh fruit for her to pick from, and an extravagant SIX different types of loose leaf tea in little bowls next to a row of kettles. They included the likes of Darjeeling (my personal favourite), Earl Grey, little balls of green tea and some sweet rosehip-type stuff.
But when she finally arrived, Yoko plumped for good old English Breakfast with milk!
There were also replica posters from her 1967 visit to sign, and an en-suite wet room if she fancies freshening up.
As you'll see from today's Echo, we had a brief chat about culture year, about her visit to John Lennon's childhood home Mendips, and I also asked her about Ringo and his rather controversial visit earlier this year.
She rather gallantly stuck up for the drummer. Whether it will make any difference to the legion of disenchanted Liverpudlians is another matter.
Anyway, I was back a couple of hours later to see Yoko's performance which she had created specially for the Bluecoat's new performance space.
It was really an bringing together of bits of previous work, with a heavy emphasis on footage and thoughts about John Lennon. It's always nice to see him at his acerbic and campaigning best, arguing the toss with distinctly unimpressed journos.
The show started by "stepping back", as Yoko put it, to her first visit to the Bluecost in 1967, complete with film footage of her being wrapped in bandages by the audience including a youthful looking Adrian Henri.
She then appeared in the room mummy-like once more and invited last night's audience to take off the bandages again. There was an almighty scramble and it was amazing how fast those bandages vanished into bags and pockets!
Give her her due, Yoko is in pretty good shape for a 75-year-old as she showed when she did a shoulder stand and wrapped herself around a chair.
Later she spent a long time symbolically french knitting as the films of her and Lennon's protests - and and out of bed - spooled along on a screen behind her.
There was quite a bit of dancing, wailing and what I can only assume was an Ono-style orgasm as she bemoaned the loss of Lennon.
But it all ended with a mass love-in with flashing torches, hand-clapping and Yoko surrounded by the audience as they danced to a funked-up version of Give Peace a Chance.
Not a bad message to bring in Capital of Culture year.
Then I assume Yoko went off for a nice cup of tea.
Well, there were enough to choose from.
