"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

Heard In The Opera House

Following on from yesterday’s story of ill-fated love,

I am put in mind of a visit to the opera.

The production was staged in The London Coliseum:

A performance of Bizet’s Carmen.

The lights dimmed,

As the plaintive chords of the prelude resonated throughout the opera house.

Then, over the sound of her rustling sweet wrappers, the voice of the woman sitting behind me could clearly be heard.

“Eh” she announced, in a strong rural accent.

“Listen to that music.”

“You can tell it’ll end in tears.”

3 responses

  1. Lucille

    Wonderful archive finds and shuddery violins. She was right!

    May 5, 2010 at 12:59 am

  2. Jolyon

    Oooo, I do love a bit of Carmen! Hope the woman didn’t spoil it for you…

    May 7, 2010 at 2:43 am

    • No, quite the reverse. I thought she added a telling insight to the evening’s entertainment. But her sweet wrappers were another matter!

      May 7, 2010 at 3:36 pm

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