Time then for me to take up my fingers ant type a new entry to this, the most under-rated blog on the World Wide Web.
I’ve thought long and hard about what this contribution should be and I’m led inescapably back to the queue for the concert at St Martin’s In the Field on Saturday. I was in this queue, heading into the Vestibule behind a youngish lad who was wearing a Parka and a baseball cap His dress was to say the least, casual.
‘I hope he takes the cap off’ I thought to myself, with an underlying thought, barely formed about how concerts these days are not the elitist celebrations of middle-classishness that once they used to be.
His girlfriend must have muttered something about removal of headwear because the fragments of dialogue I strained to overhear suggested that he had no intention of removing the hat.
“I’m not religious”
“………Don’t believe in all this rubbish”
“……….Might as well go home now”
And so forth.
I really, really wanted to tap him lightly on the shoulder and say without any kind of intonation“ Dude, loose the hat”, but the queue separated and he went on elsewhere.
What a prat, I thought and then went on to ruminate. Did this stupid insensitive halfwit realise that he could well stand up for what he believed were his rights as a rugged individual and wear his silly hat all through the concert. People would be a little offended, but what the hey, he was really sticking it to the man. People would have looked at him in all his Baseball Capped splendour and thought, “Wow, there’s a guy who’s really prepared to go to bat for his principals, even though it means causing mild annoyance to a lot of people” No-one would have thought him boorish or a lout. Not.

Then of course, reason kicked in and it occurred to me that he might well have been feeling intimidated by the thought of attending a Choral recital in the Capital and was looking for a get out clause.
Ho-hum