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The Very Last Night Night of the Proms

Tonight’s concert was not quite like any other I have ever done. With a Proms-style, the Abingdon Guildhall was decked out in bunting, union jacks, and red, white and blue balloons, and the auditorium arranged around five long tables. We…

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The Power of Cheese

So, Spring is on it’s way. Another gloriously sunny day, and a morning with early morning light over flooded fields down the Otmoor valley. The day did deteriate though. Vania, my colleague had to rush off home in tears to…

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Wednesday – Thursday

1. Fish4Jobs in partnership with Verticality are currently my two best friends. It was through them both that I had the buzz of the interesting Cambridge designer job (which sadly came to nothing). Yesterday I was fishing through the former…

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Wednesday – Thursday

1. Fish4Jobs in partnership with Verticality are currently my two best friends. It was through them both that I had the buzz of the interesting Cambridge designer job (which sadly came to nothing). Yesterday I was fishing through the former…

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Music, kittens, and quotation marks

1. As long as I breath from the diaphram, and blow the notes confidently, my piccolo playing seems to be coming on quite well, and not too screaching and ear-piercing. That said it’s still loud and high, and really I…

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Winter sun and wind music

1. And so today, we came to the 4th Annual Playing Day. It’s a strange thing, but this is the third one that we’ve had at the Manor Prep School in Abingdon and on every one of those days it…

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The blustery day (reprise)

1. Yes, dear readers Britain has once again been ravaged by storms. And yes it has been very bad in places (did anyone see the footage of that aeroplane trying to take off from Birmingham airport?), but like all of…

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Wherein I am, for a time, Celine Dion

Our next concert, is themed, intriguingly, Transport of Delight and features music from all the popular, and some not so popular, modes of transport. As transport goes fast (and in the case of a Model T irratic), much of the…

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I can still play

I realised today that I haven’t picked up my flute since our last concert on 3 June at Radley’s Silk Hall. It was band tonight, and it wasn’t till I got there that I realised that I was the lone…

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