Serious stuff starts: I've been having some thoughts about the sanctity of human life after watching a truly harrowing film called 'Return to Paradise'
'I didn't sign up on this website to be someone's carer'. I was f*cking mortified, because it made it clear to me despite everything I've ever done in my life and who I am I'm just this f*cking wheelchair bound person that means less than sh*t now. It was a fairly bad moment and even though I thought my reply was succinct and pretty good 'er, sorry, I was just looking for someone who cared, it's obviously not you' it couldn't repair the damage. This must be how a stand up comedian feels after being booed off.
The reason why Tuesdays prom was so good was obviously because the music was stellar, we had fantastic seats next to the Orchestra and we had a delicious dinner in the Albert Hall cafe Consort first (that was only marginally contraband). The highlight was of course the music played by some Dutch Orchestra. Now I'm no expert but the first piece was an excellent piece of Haydn, now I can't get away with saying 'it was unmistakeably Haydn' because I wouldn't know my Haydn from my Handel, any Muso's reading this will probably be muttering 'philistine' under their breath. From what I understand of Haydn, it is classical music for quite a wide audience, pleasant sounding well defined melodies in a major key, in fact it was symphony 100 in G Major and was lovely to listen too, as was the piece in the second half which was quite different in style, it was Shostakovichs Symphony No.10 in E minor which had allsorts of dramatic flourishes, certainly the guy in the BBC radio 3 box was getting very excited and his unforgivable bouffant seemed to get bigger and bigger as the night went on. The last Prom concert I'm going to is this Sunday as Steve and Naomis 'farewell to the UK' present. You'd struggle to get more British than a Prom.