Thanks for letting me know. It's also in the Saturday 12.30 slot. See if it's worthy of that.

Yes, Simon. Conventionally, the precision of an orchestra's playing is indeed "brought home" [???] when they are playing something. Otherwise there would be no playing with which to bring home any precision. What you've done here, matey boy, is describe a thing that couldn't possibly not happen.

No idea. Maybe if you leave the album running after the symphony there's a bonus track where they just dick around on blues chords.

While we're here... factually, this is garbage. There are loads of performances of the Walton Cello Concerto. Do you want it played at major sporting events too? How about at christenings or autopsies? Also, "manifestly thought profoundly about" is one of the dumbest things anyone has ever written.

Really? It was written in 1957 and revised in 1975, was it? Wow! Fascinating! Amazing! Thank God you took the trouble to look up those dates, Simon. They are so very relevant to whatever non-point you're failing to make, and are in no way a transparent, ham-fisted attempt to pad the word count.

Err... the original version was withdrawn, so this is in fact the normal, standard (i.e. *only*) version, therefore that first sentence is completely f***ing pointless. And the "exuberance" in the piece has got absolutely sod all to do with that, if that's even a thing, which it obviously isn't.

Staggeringly insightful. Searingly imaginative. Powerfully relevant. Urgently creative. Violently original. Shudderingly necessary. Thunderingly fine. Such wit and personality in every sentence, the words leaping off the page like Nureyev leaping into a combine harvester.

"If I say exactly the same thing three different ways," thought Simon, polishing his Classical Music Writer of the Year trophy that he'd made by gluing macaroni and sparkles to a recorder, "I'll sound ever so intelligent *and* fill up that pesky word count. It doesn't even matter if it's nonsense."

Seriously, big guy? Walton? "Hidden"? What would you even know about hiding? You couldn't hide behind Blenheim Palace. Also, it's too late to save him - he's dead. Or did you not read that far down the Wikipedia article before you started this latest assault on your weeping typewriter?

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