Fate has flown into the amphitheatre on the lauchday of this blog and landed a large splat of delay on the suited shoulders of the baying crowds.
The opera is delayed!
In all our years of opera at the ROH, Rudes and I have never encountered any delay. The opera is always bang on time, looking down on the Transport Museum across the plaza as a smug bastion of timelyness. So what is this? An opportunity for a bonus glass of sparkling wine perhaps?
The director has appeared on stage and apologied profusely, but has described the delay as "inevitable".
The drama of the opera never disappoints...
