I have to interrupt this blog to both laugh in shock and horror and to commiserate with a friend. There I am feeling a little intrepid, riding up the mountain side, John Wayne, styley, trying not to feel nervous as we got near the edge, when really it was whilst I was working at the ROH that I was in the most danger.
A friend of mine, (and a million other people) was sitting doing his duty, whilst the opera was operating, when thwack a shard of Simon Callow's anvil, flew off and straight into his leg. Luckily the blood pouring from him, matched his blood red ushers uniform and his cries of pain only enhanced Wagner. True stalwart he wanted to stay to the end, but was rushed to A and E and patched up. He should have been at the last night of the Proms tonight, one of his favourites, but will have to watch it from home recuperating instead. So lots of love to the HERO of the ROH.
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