It’s still a little weird grabbing print from a BBC event.
I look at it and think about how I should be feeling – how I remember feeling.
Then there’s a jolt and I’m reminded how I feel seeing it now – largely anger and disdain. To explain the difference would be massively dull and boring to read. So you know, consider yourself saved.
What’s key here is the unexpected experiences had at this year’s launch event: people coming up to say hello, to introduce friends and colleagues, and to ask when camera rehearsals start for the TV coverage.
One or two still don’t realise it was an April Fools Joke; those that did just remind me how much I want to do it.
No matter – that ship has sailed. The bloke producing this year’s coverage is the same bloke who produced UK Eurovision years gone by. So clearly, that’s not going to happen.
I started the day dismissive of this year’s #BBCProms season.
I end the day (with a few glasses of wine inside me) feeling a little more warmly towards what is a fundamentally dull offering.
“It’s the money,” said one orchestra bigwig, “there’s no money for the interesting stuff. Not anymore.”
There needs to be more money for it in future. This year we’re selling the genre short.