Memories, ah sweet wossnames
The week has passed, refusing all offers of help as it staggered weakly to its close. Tempted by an email …
Conductor and Writer
I have less to say about this than you may think.
The week has passed, refusing all offers of help as it staggered weakly to its close. Tempted by an email …
The week has passed, spending its time gawping open-mouthed at the events across the Atlantic, and pausing only to complain …
The week has passed, bookended by musical delights of contrasting tone and texture. Eurovision came and went. Every edition seems …
The week has passed, garnering mixed reviews. On Friday I went to Salisbury, to meet old friends, reminisce about past …
There are those who are born to dabble, and those who are not. Firmly in the latter category sat my …
Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring is 100 years old today and people are making a bit of a palaver about it. …
Olivia, Freya, Tom, Holly, Willoughby, Phoebe, Laura, David, Leah, William, Katy, Dovydas and Niall. Remember the names. I will. I …
I didn’t know Colin Davis. I should have, but I didn’t. I should have known him because he was a …
For all that I enjoyed the unremitting flow of vitriol that yesterday’s events produced, today I was in the mood …
“You muppet.” “Oh thanks. Too kind.” I’ve always been perturbed by the use of ‘muppet’ as a term of abuse. …