Classical Brit Awards tonight at the Albert Hall - and no, I won't be going because I know what to expect: they'll be the same as they were last year, and the year before (when I did go and left at the interval), and have in fact been for the past decade: two hours of tosh, embarrassment and drivel.
In all the time I've been a music critic I don't think I've ever come across a more wretchedly ill-conceived venture than these. They have no worth, no integrity, no class. And in a real sense they're a fraud on the public.
Fair (enough comments (and Michael is a longstanding friend of mine). But...
There have been truly beautiful voices possessed by singers who could not not have sung through an opera on stage - Mario Lanza is an example.
And its fair to note that Katherine Jenkins seems to be trying to become a Vera Lynn type figure.
Sometimes I admit, Radio 3 is just too daunting, and I put on Classic FM (or WQXR in New York) over the internet.
Or, for something tougher see him in Otello- Dio, Mi Potevi.