Desert Island Discs -- the verdict?
No, I couldn't listen to the Desert Island Discs while it was actually broadcast. And for most of today, I just tried to judge how it was from what other people said.
Bluff and double bluff. I went to a meeting of our Leverhulme project (yes at 6.00 pm on a Sunday) -- and there was a good bit of ribaldry. Oh yes, they said (when I confessed that I didn't remember a thing I'd said), we loved it when you said what a silly c*** the Vice Chancellor said... brave to do it on the radio (isn't there a Dorothy Parker poem on these lines?) .
Anyway the programme is here (for a week) and the records, not in the right order necessarily, were:
Bob Dylan, "It's all over now..Baby Blue"
Handel's Semele ('"Endless pleasure..")
Paddy Ryan, "The man who waters the workers beer..." (Paddy Ryan was the pseudonym for a young radical doctor, who went on to be a major whistle blower about industrial injury, pre and post war)
Bach, Aria from the Goldberg Variations
Dowland, Lachrimae Pavan
Janis Joplin, "Me and Bobby McGee" (written by Kris Kristofferson I am afraid)
Purcell, Dido's lament
Annie Lennox and Aretha Franklin, "Sisters are doing it for themselves" (I chose this to celebrate my women's college in Cambridge)
And then there was a book and and a luxury to celebrate the pleasure of the art of the ancient, and other. worlds. For my luxury, I chose the Elgin Marbles (I regret not asking for a couple of curators to come along too); and for a book, it was Marjorie Caygill's Treasures of the British Museum. (I am a girl that museums made.. after all)
People have sent such great emails (and referred me on to all sorts of things --including an intriguing novel on Dido's Lament). Of course I recognise that only people who liked what you are said are likely to email or post directly. So far not a single email from a colleague (oh dear). And there have been a couple of blogs about 9/11 and about my crap choice of music, But all in all I reckon I've come out just about ahead.