Palliative
This horrible, hideous, hair-raising story is nearly over. Last Wednesday I was called into the hospital at 2.30am. I got there in...
This horrible, hideous, hair-raising story is nearly over. Last Wednesday I was called into the hospital at 2.30am. I got there in...
When you are struggling with the hardest job you ever do – trying to raise a child half-decently – and you’re heading...
Letting go You lie, dying Inch by inch. While I am brightly, tightly alive In my rainbow summer clothes, Smelling of outdoors...
I first encountered Haydn’s Creation, never mind how many years ago, at school. A group of us were then selected to play and...
The evening began with a crisp but warm account of Till Eulenspiegel. There’s something about the acoustic of the Royal Albert Hall and the...
Opera Holland Park, July 2019 What an evening! An inspired pairing with sumptuous singing and two fine, if unfamiliar, scores. It really...
He’s coming home. Eventually. The plan is to discharge My Loved One to me now that he’s “stable” and we have, according...
In the bed next to My Loved One, in the peaceful Lewisham Hospital top floor ward overlooking leafy Ladywell Fields, is a...