Friday, 25 March 2011


Having mentioned St. Petersburg in the last post, here's a funny story connected to that extraordinary city:

Back in 1993, a group of us from work were in St. Petersburg, Russia, auditioning singers for a production of The Phantom of the Opera. One evening, I sat down to catch up on some correspondance, sending one of the letters to a certain Herrn Krueger. I can't for the life of me remember who he was and the only reason I'm thinking of his name now is because he put the letter I wrote up for auction on eBay Austria and Germany, presumably assuming I'm as famous now as I was in the early to mid-1990's. There was a period when my name was a reference in the conducting of musicals, but life, career directions and memories have moved on and the only heads I cause to turn are those of Rom beggars round our local market, who seem to equate my blond hair and arrogant demeanour with unbounded wealth. If only they knew.

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