A while ago Rosie Boulton invited me to write a short essay for Radio 3.
I nearly didn’t do it. I seem to be at a place in my life where I’m turning down everything that comes along.
But, as it turns out, I’m pleased I didn’t back out of this one. It seemed to give me permission to think without
having to shoehorn everything into song. The song can be quite a restricting form. It has to be succinct, focussed,
difficult to justify rambling but this little essay somehow manages to become a succinct ramble…