Ahh, the bittersweet ache of nostalgia... On the only time I ever managed to wake up in time, the speaker-thing on the tower wasn't working, so the singing came out in a bit of a blart. And there was a whole bottle of champagne which I and the friend I was with found couldn't be taken near the bridge, so we ended up sharing it with the morris men. Still, the memories are beautiful. Good to think of the enchantment continuing...