The proms

The proms are a wonderful institution, but I don’t tend to have a great deal to do with them. (I mean of course the BBC music thing in the Royal Albert Hall, not the evil heteronormative behemoth that marks the end of formal schooling in the US and increasingly over here too)

In any given year my sole engagement with them is to vaguely hear something on the radio round about now and think “Gosh, are we in Prom season already?”

Then, a few months on, there starts to be massive trails for the Last Night of the Proms, and I think, “Gosh, is Prom season over already?”

I don’t even normally make the effort to tune in to the LNOTP – but if I’m home, and near a radio or TV and not otherwise occupied, I might turn it on for the best of the flagwaving.

I have once been to a prom, which was quite exciting, but as it was in the middle of a choir week, and I was a wee bit knackered, it was all I could do to stay awake.

This year, however, I am looking forward to note-by-note sarcastic commentary from a rather nice-looking young man who seems to know what he’s talking about. He’s doing video blogs and taking photos and everything. He wasn’t very impressed with today’s effort, and displayed his displeasure in a series of photos of himself looking less and less pleased. I shall watch with interest.

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3 comments on “The proms

  1. Rob Fenwick says:

    I have once been to a prom, which was quite exciting, but as it was in the middle of a choir week, and I was a wee bit knackered, it was all I could do to stay awake.

    Which wasn’t helped, if I remember correctly, by listening to the soothing hum of the PA for fourty minutes!

  2. Rob Fenwick says:

    Or for that matter by the relentless drone of your companion for the evening ๐Ÿ˜‰

  3. niles says:

    You were a delightful companion as always. It was only when you WEREN’T talking that I was nodding off ๐Ÿ™‚

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