A long time to die
Lorraine to the gym today, and I did bits and pieces in the morning. This afternoon off to Glyndebourne . Travelled by train to Lewes in the afternoon, and then caught a special bus to Glyndebourne. The first time I'd been there since my trip to interview the likeable Gus Christie ten years ago about his controversial windmill. We had dressed up fairly smartly for the occasion and it was full of sixty and seventy somethings ostentatiously swigging bubbly from flutes, and swanking about self-consciously in good clothes. When it was time to go into the auditorium Lorraine was prevented from entering by an officious woman who told Lorraine she could not take a 'rucksack', her little floral rucksack, in. The woman said the word rucksack as if Lorraine had been trying to make her way in carrying a cowpat. We didn't like this much. And Lorraine gave the bag to a sympathetic cloakroom woman, who said later she knew who the woman was and she was a bit scary. Jo Green'...