What’s this? No opera house? A hanger, a ha-ha and three blocks of tiered seating instead. Smug cowards (me) undercover facing the orchestra. Stoic cheapskates ranked either side, braving dull Leicestershire skies, potential downpours, fingers nervously hovering on golf umbrella quick release buttons.
The New York Times has called for the cancellation of Puccini’s Turandot, forgetting that much of opera is based on creative fiction.