I'll think of something later

No sooner have we recovered, in what is going to sound suspiciously like toadying to my BBC masters but which is sincerely meant, from the ...

Blake's vision of a new Jerusalem was, it's generally accepted, founded on the legend of Joseph of Arimathea coming to Glastonbury w...

This week, in the relative calm before the start of the adult-education year and the concert season, I've been catching up on movies, co...

King's Lynn, that end-of-the-line Sleeping Beauty by the Wash, never made much of an impact on me before. It used to be a picking-up an...

I like to think that Vernon Handley, who died yesterday at the age of 77, might have enjoyed this heaven's-eye view of last night's ...

Or: My Night with Sex Beast, by Top Totty Anna. Well, it happened last night: readers of the Murdoch tabloid The Sun took advantage of the...

The legendary screaming skull – not to be confused with a recently deceased conductor – has a fair bit of mileage in Russia’s most magic-min...

...is something that never concerned this unfortunate gentleman. It takes cynic-of-choice Apemantus to tell Timon of Athens (Simon Paisley...

The great man (photo courtesy of the Vaughan Williams Estate via the Proms) died fifty years ago this Tuesday. There's already been a fa...

Last Thursday's Proms concert performance of Janacek's Osud brought back happy memories of the spa resort where its first act ki...