Of course, it's Wimbledon again, and Rodney has installed a telly in the choir vestry. The fact that, deep within the bowels of the cathedral, TV reception is so bad that any chance of seeing the ball is as good as hopeless doesn't seem to matter. Rodney only wants to watch Tim Henman. 'But he isn't playing' Drane informed him as we were robing up for evensong. 'Didn't you know that he'd retired?' Rodney gave a sort of muffled shriek from underneath his surplice. 'Yes, but he's still on the telly' someone comforted. 'He's commentating this year'.
'That's no bloody good' said Rodney as his head appeared from underneath his robes.
'Unless he's doing it in tennis shorts!'
Personally, I'm disappointed that Miss Sharapova will be taking no further part in this year's contest.
John F. Porte’s “Gustav Holst” (Musical Courier, 1923): An Annotated
Reprint Part 1
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John F. Porte was an early‑20th‑century British musical author best known
for his accessible studies of composers and his advocacy for melodious,
broadly...
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