Life After many months of anticipation, last night I saw a mass choir presentation of Carl Orff's Carmina Burana at Liverpool's Anglican Cathedral. It was a time, with dancers appearing from the audience, me bumping into an old school friend and accidentally dodging into the toilet the choir were using and whistling the main theme along with them. But I have a question. Why will my abiding memory be of the four ignorant people sitting directly in front of me who'd paid nigh on twenty pounds for a ticket but decided to talk all the way through the actual music we were all there to hear? What possible contribution did they think they were making to the experience?

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