A couple of months ago, I found myself in a field backstage at Glastonbury standing next to Sam Ryder.
It was seven in the morning. Sam was just about to talk to Radio 2's Scott Mills, I was on a desperate hunt for caffeine.
"Alright, mate!" he exclaimed and stretched out his arms for a hug. (Sam Ryder gives great hugs).
The singer is always like this – bright eyed, bushy tailed, full of beans before breakfast - but at Glastonbury, he had an extra spring in his step.
"I literally handed in my new album on my birthday, two days ago," he beamed.
