I can hear the open highway calling me…
I’ll be away from my desk for the next few days. There will be no news feed until I come back.
Dymphna will be in charge, so you woodwind players, keep your horn warm and your reed wet. And mind those hemidemisemiquavers!
See you later, alligator.
Baron, your youth in England has corrupted you; in the US, they’re sixty-fourth notes. Bloody difficult for the poor wind players either way!