I also had the dubious pleasure of introducing a German to First Capital Connect during the morning rush hour, which is a bit like flying unprepared celebrities out to the middle of famines for Comic Relief. By the time we had crammed ourselves into the fake compartments at the back, with the door that doesn’t open and the emergency ladder made of wood, his eyes were filled with pity, and I’m half-hoping for a €5 a month donation so that the villagers of Highbury might one day dig our own railway line.
On Friday Joshua turned 24, so we threw a retirement party where I got the song ‘I Am Europe’ firmly stuck in my head. Not even the music of Carmen could dislodge it yesterday, magnificent as it was, though the fact I can now compare operas I’ve seen at the Royal Albert Hall recently with a straight face should be some sort of cause for alarm. And then last night I went back to News Revue with a twist, for the latest run was directed by Kat, and very funny it was too.