Finished for the day.
Spurs won.
Life becomes more odd.
As I was showering this morning, having risen late still unrefreshed by sleep, and still stupid from dozing and pondering; and also given to cursing the inefficiency of the heating, I heard this on BBC Radio 3.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/mainframe.shtml?http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio/aod/radio3_aod.shtml?radio3/privatepassionsRoughly 25 minutes in was when I stumbled upon it. That's a fifteen followed by two fives if you work out how to push the BBC's buttons.
After plugging my ears with my fingers (to make it stop, as if that voice could ever again be stopped) I burst out into the most spontaneous laughter, the memory of which has not left me all day: hence this sharing. Now this is not because I know Mozart's Magic Flute backwards, but because that very morning before first crow of dawn (or about 8.30 am in rock 'n' roll parlance) while I slumbered in my fitful fashion BBC Radio 3's breakfast show had played the same aria 'the Queen of the Night' as sung by someone who could sing, so I was able to put a name to the aria through all my laughing and spluttering:
Der_Hölle_Rache_kocht_in_meinem_Herzen. However, after hearing
Florence_Foster_Jenkins's version, my life will never be the same.
Fantastic programming by the Radio 3 guys: or just serendipity? Perhaps I was just meant to be tired and stupid and absurd today. It's quite a set of tasks for what can only be described as the dubious pleasure of hearing this truly inimitable female. But some things you have to do once in your life.
The horror, the horror.....
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