“Their banners all, on outer wall, they fearlessly unfurl”
Today was to be leaving-the-EU-day, but I had managed to sucessfully banish this from my mind. A million miles from this serious politcal stuff, I was walking up my street with the above words running through my head. It’s a line from Princess Ida, one of the lesser-known Gilbert and Sullivan operas. And what did I see but an actual unfurled banner:
Princess Ida is particularly saient for me at the moment because I seem to have got myself involved in a production of it.
Yes, add that to the list of Brexit evils: it’s driven me to light opera.