REMARKABLE! Betty Farrelly writes about the Opera House, which cannot accomodate an orchestra pit, and, just for once, renders a sensible opinion in prose no worse than mildly tangled. All the same, it is a little worrying. What is they say about the end of days, when lions are supposed to crib with lambs and all those prophesied inversions of the norm?
If Betty keeps it up next week, don't bother picking up that Christmas turkey. The world will end before you can get it in the oven.