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« Reply #45 on: 11:36:08, 10-09-2007 » |
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Send me a pm, Ruth. I can help.
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Ruth Elleson
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« Reply #46 on: 15:25:10, 10-09-2007 » |
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Thanks Stanley, you have a PM.
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Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf' entflossen,
Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir
Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,
Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!
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« Reply #47 on: 10:59:22, 11-09-2007 » |
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Ruth, we recorded it by accident (as we were expecting to get the youth orchestra prom extracts) and I think we still have it.
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Ruth Elleson
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« Reply #48 on: 11:03:39, 11-09-2007 » |
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David,
That's ok, Stanley has already said he will make me a copy.
Cheers anyway!
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Oft hat ein Seufzer, deiner Harf' entflossen,
Ein süßer, heiliger Akkord von dir
Den Himmel beßrer Zeiten mir erschlossen,
Du holde Kunst, ich danke dir dafür!
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #49 on: 15:48:16, 01-10-2007 » |
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And here are my holiday snaps, (if I have managed to put it OK on Photobucket), the scene of the great man's funeral.  (It's not Durham, but it's a pretty impressive bit of Romaneque.) |
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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martle
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« Reply #50 on: 15:50:06, 01-10-2007 » |
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You need to re-post that link, Don. And welcome back, by the way!  |
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Green. Always green.
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #51 on: 15:53:02, 01-10-2007 » |
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Ciao, martle.  I tried 3 different ways of linking, and I think you caught me in the middle of my experiment. It seems to work now. Can you confirm? |
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
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« Reply #52 on: 15:54:38, 01-10-2007 » |
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Spot on. Very impressive!
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #53 on: 16:11:13, 01-10-2007 » |
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It's the cathedral at Modena, by the way, which I failed to mention. Bright sunshine there, you wouldn't believe we crossed the Alps three days later through a small snow storm.
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« Reply #54 on: 17:15:33, 01-10-2007 » |
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It's the cathedral at Modena ... we crossed the Alps three days later
Sounds like you did the same route I did a few years ago, Don (think I mentioned this before you left). Did you drive back into France via Gap? I remember when we did it we stopped overnight in some tiny little border village which was absolutely deserted (out of ski season!). |
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #55 on: 10:56:31, 02-10-2007 » |
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Snow on the Offen Pass and the Fluella Pass going down to Davos. We stayed near Lake Constance, having driven through Switzerland.
Switzerland! No wonder William Tell is my least favourite Rossini opera. The mountains are stunning and we managed 30mph over snow laden passes (or at least the other half did at the wheel.) But the road system of the rest of the country is continuous ribbon development.
This is getting seriously off topic.
It is standard for walls in Italian towns to be plastered with posters announcing deaths, (with a b&w photo of the deceased on one side and a colour Sacred Heart or Madonna on the other) and full details of the relatives and funeral.
The Mayor of Modena has produced a very restrained, unillustrated poster announcing the communities' loss of their world famous son. And quite right too.
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