““A stream of notes travelled through the ventilation shafts of a small nightclub in the city’s old quarter and drifted onto the maze of narrow alleyways. Peter Voers, a stout, crimson-nosed engineering salesman stumbling from a restaurant with colleagues, caught the notes on the air and recognised them at once: the opening bars of ‘Night Time Is the Right Time’. Voers loved Ray Charles, and loved that song in particular. He couldn’t resist.””
