Watching that Glyndebourne Hippolyte. Not sure I am cut out to be a French baroque freak. Inspired by the concept of the production, I ended up amusing myself – while listening! – by drawing, from memory, the contents of my refrigerator. I left out the tamari sauce and a few other condiments because I got tired of drawing jars and bottles.
Sadly, there are no little British people in my fridge singing in French.
But perhaps that’s for the best.