I used to regularly opera-go with my great, and much missed, friend Ben. We always wore evening dress and carried opera glasses, he owned not one but two pairs. Ben could have taught elegant dress at graduate level and was the epitome of the well bred gentleman he actually was. We both loved opera and detested the snobbery of some opera goers who go only to be seen and admired. Little did they realise that we were gently mocking rather than admiring them.
Interval in the bar would find us, G&T in hand, bitching about other people’s outfits. Once we raved about the turnout of a Bishop, especially his jewellery, tho’ thinking about it now it probably didn’t count, him being “in uniform”.
We had very different taste in men and would criticise each others taste in our exclusive Most Fanciable Man of the Evening competition. It was all such fun dahling!
Today the poor love must have been doing the graveyard spin. There I was at the Minack open-air theatre for a performance of Tosca … in the afternoon … wearing T shirt, shorts and, whilst seated, no shoes … can’t have a tan line round the ankles dahling!
Not an opera snob in sight. Mwah, mwah!
Minack Theatre, Porthcurno, Cornwall
Unfortunately, bright and very hot sunshine is not the atmosphere for the dark Tosca and seated in the front row with the orchestra very close on my right was not a good place for someone with hearing difficulties … but it was a fantastic experience … and Ben was very close.
🙂 🙂 🙂