Monday night being Opera Night your blogger was perched in front of the TV watching The Marriage of Figaro, Mozart's sublime opera. I say sublime, because I'm sure all the purists will sniff and say it's barely a proper opera, totally non-intellectual, blah blah blah. The one that people recommend you go to as your first, the one I went to as my first. You could be fooled into thinking it was a light-hearted trivial story - hah, because it was based on a Beaumarchais play so seditious it was banned in 18th Century France. In the end, it has some of the mosty heaven-soaringly beautiful music imaginable, which sadly reminds me that today has been my Mozart day.
I am now older than Mozart ever was. He died a few weeks short of his thirty sixth birthday. He was an Aquarius, like me. Look at what he achieved, look at what I have achieved. Humiliating.
Mind you, he never had a blog.
