haven't you seen RC's shed ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSXX3yWcnQg
haven't you seen RC's shed ?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSXX3yWcnQg
Please Miss, I have two sheds, one in each top corner of my capital M-shaped garden. I have not composed a note since the mid-'80s, however. My last was a very short electronic piece for two VCS3 synthesizers. Does that qualify me for Breakfast?![]()
I thought I would just check Twitter to see what responses SMP had received. Trending under "#GardenShed", there appear to have been apparently two tweets: one from a lady who says she locks her husband in there when she has had enough of him; and the other from a chap who told Rob that the whole thing was ghastly and not worthy of a man of his talents (sic). In fact, there were far more tweets about football fans apparently retreating to their sheds for reasons which remain unclear (some of which were in choice language and unlikely to be read out on Radio 3, IWHT). Perhaps this most naff of interactive intercourse has had its day.
Wishful thinking, Panjandrum!
"The isle is full of noises... Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not"
The Tempest, Act III scene 2 ll 148-9
Yes, the "shed" pastiches tweetings have been good - even better than the "kippers are what is best for breakfast" tweets that they treated us to the other day.
When we started our laments, some Boarders were proposing "what do I do when I'm sitting on the lavatory" as an interesting subject for a Breakfast tweetathon - I imagine this we will be getting very soon now...
I well remember the eminent musicologist, Hans Killer, was a regular columnist for Private Eye years ago, with his catchphrase "not since Pfitzner.."
I tried "Breakfast" once again the other day to see if by any chance it might have improved. It was the day of the kipper debate, so my immediate conclusion was that it had, in fact, got even worse. I think certain souls should be locked in to that shed and the key be thrown away.
Oddly enough, I find it quite bearable when Petroc Trelawny is presenting: despite his flirtation with Classic FM in the past he seems better able to resist the descent into listener-led inanity. Martin Handley, at the weekends, is well-nigh impeccable, but his weekends off seem to be becoming more frequent, and I find his current alternate, Clemency Burton-Hill, unbearably gushing.