Classical music7 May 2019 23:40
I often listen to adagio for strings by Barber, whilst gazing out of the window on a snow laden winters night with whiskey in hand, watching as old Clive, white locks flowing freely, scours the depths of the Jokkmokk woodland, desperately searching in vain for locals. Alas, the reindeer are charging, they’ve picked up his scent, a mix of old spice and suede leather shoes, terror in their eyes, blood on their hooves. They corner him, lashing out with their antlers, hurtling him high in the air and into the waiting cauldron of boiling herring broth.
Then sometimes I listen to prefab sprout