I’ll never be quite sure.

Around 1989, I went with my then girlfriend to see Diana Ross at Wembley Arena. It was very strange – an almost quasi-religious experience with Diana like some sort of deity who’d deigned descend amongst her adoring disciples. Her performance betrayed a person who’d become too accustomed to 25 global adulation, but one bit will stick with me forever. During this song, she left the stage for a moment to give a floral bouquet to a girl in a wheelchair in the front row. Cue tumultuous applause. On the way out, however, we happened to see the roadies loading all the sound and lighting equipment on to the lorries. Among the equipment was one wheelchair. Probably just a coincidence but I’ll never be quite sure.