Neither of us noticed the presence on the tee of two blokes who had caught up with us.
And is it terribly fanciful to see continuity, even, in that (odd, odd, but somehow it works in comedy drama) staple of two blokes together?
Anyone who says this is anything less than a beguiling and brilliant theatrical reimagining of the possibilities of the live electro experience hasn't spent enough time staring at the shadows of two blokes behind a set of decks pretending to twiddle knobs to a backing tape for an hour.
But the band seem not unjustly proud of their live show, which could easily have consisted of three blokes stood behind keyboards.
There was one woman on the Leicester University team that won the first series in 1963, but in the majority of years the victorious sides have been made up of four blokes.
Godber's production is practically identical to every other staging I have witnessed over the years, and though the music and some of the references have been updated, the meticulously drilled interplay of four blokes in suits remains basically unaltered.
Nothing in the gyrations of four blokes in painted sheets and smeary camouflage lugging a papier-mache rabbit – reference Beuys's hare – presenting us with a "shaman" suggested that anything could ever have been any better.
In a misguided attempt, perhaps, to replicate the appeal of three blokes larking around on Top Gear, forced jollity is the order of the day on this sort of BBC2 show, from the irritating Toby Buckland and his buddies in the Gardeners' World shed to Packham and Humble on the Springwatch sofa.
After all, the ethos of this indie band, whose slowly burgeoning fanbase has sold out shows on both sides of the Atlantic and scored them a Top 10 album, is built around the old-fashioned concept of four blokes, big crunchy guitars and chugging anthems about birds and beer – a far cry from West's hot-headed, genre-bending rap.
Or, put another way, we'll know that we have finally bridged the gender gap not when we can point to mixed lineups on every panel show, but when almost every viewer in the land would simply think that it looked very weird (and unbelievably old-fashioned) to have a panel made up of four blokes – and would switch off".
Lit only by a wank-flick called Uniform Fantasies, which plays on the small HD screen above, she is at the epicentre of three blokes, members primed and ready, waiting to receive her oral attention.
