Alfredians Magazine Autumn 2012
Alfredians A newsletter for King Alfred School Alumni Autumn 2012 Concert Going am going to a concert. Come with me. On second thoughts, don’t. There are not two Ipeople in the world that I would invite to a concert with me, although I might endure the presence of perhaps half a dozen. It is Monday. Staff-meeting. Long agenda – permits, stages, roofs, afternoon time tables, and, slight consolation, tea. Tea till five; then minutes of the last meeting; at last we begin on the real business. Time draws on. Six, half past six, seven. I must go. I do. Down the hill, home. Taking my ticket and the Times, I make for the Underground and board the first Charing Cross train. Hampstead – the deepest underground. The Queen's Hall in 1911 (Sir Edward Elgar and the London Symphony Orchestra) Belsize Park, for board-residence. Chalk Farm, sadly changed. Camden Town, for the been there some time, hard at work. Now movement, just a calm, steady gaze. Now it Zoo (and Camden Town). Euston. Warren they come in groups, the ‘cellos, violas, is his turn. From the first note all doubt is Street. Goodge Street. second violins, first violins. The leader comes gone; here is the master; all will be well. A I get out. Left out of the station, left in last to take his little round of applause. perfect first movement. The second, with its again, down Tottenham Street. Pawn brokers The stage is set. The curtains on the left are accompaniment of horns and muted strings, and dress agencies.
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