Here we are, in an enormous converted hen-house, sitting in plush red velvet seats. They are a tiny bit too small for 21st century bums, and they are numbered with gold-coloured tabs – a dead giveaway that they have been salvaged from the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden. The man in the pit, Anthony Negus, is the UK’s most eminent Wagnerian. We are about to witness a performance of … [Read more...]