Pippa and I have at last fulfilled a promise to ourselves and last month completed 72 hours of epic florentine tourism, miraculously unrushed and almost devoid of queuing. Here’s me in the Baptistery, spiritual heart of the city, indicating to where I cleaned the walls of oil-impregnated floodwaters, 52 years ago. Continue reading
This recital, an invitation from Harris Manchester College was postponed last autumn, but now happily rescheduled. Once again my old friend and coach Peter Crockford accompanies, and my son Oliver joins for a couple of items. So if you are in or near Oxford on Thursday 21 February and have 40 lunchtime minutes to spare do come along; you will be most welcome. Continue reading
I am delighted to be narrating the Three Little Pigs in Paul Patterson’s orchestral version of Roald Dahl’s acerbic version of the fable, with the Kensington Chamber Orchestra conducted by Tom Seligman.
The piece is by way of a sequel to Paul’s Little Red Riding Hood, and will similarly provide some Dahlian Continue reading
This is the Seville Orange Marmalade season – and here’s batch one of my celebrated recipe. I’ll let you into the secret; you take the pith and put it into a second pan – the pith pan. The preserving pan takes the juice and peel, Continue reading
I wonder if I will ever perform centre stage at the London Palladium again? Somehow I doubt it, so having just posted a short clip on my Spotlight page, here is the full excerpt from the 1994 Olivier Awards, when the National’s production by Declan Donnellan cleaned up. Continue reading
A month ago I was cornered by Richard Williams and Joanna MacGregor at a mutual friend’s party. “Come to Dartington and do Sweeney Todd!” I havered…but said yes. After all, there were fully
five four days of rehearsal for it to come flooding back!
I’m so glad I did for somehow we achieved the impossible under Richard’s less-is-more direction. Joanna sets the tone at Dartington by performing (brilliantly) most evenings in completely different repertoire. Impossible is not an option. Continue reading
I am congenitally incapable of throwing anything away, and sourdough baking requires you to replenish your ‘mother’ starter regularly (FEEEED me!), after discarding some of it. Where? Down the drain? Not possible. Then again, time pressure means it’s not possible to make a sourdough loaf more than once every ten days. Solution: Fake (it’s all the rage) sourdough… Continue reading