I know my regular readers may imagine that I am the very acme of sophistication, rubbing padded shoulders with East Anglian celebrities such as Alex & Hackney Marsh and spending my spare time doing stuff that you would only normally read about in the Telegraph "Weekend" supplement. When I'm not translating Proust I'm attending concerts in Swaffham with a copy of the French Horn parts bulging from my expensive Linen Jacket or producing the village production of the Scottish Play.
Well I hate to let you down but the last time I saw a little bit of culture, it was in the bottom of my fridge.
Take Choral Music, for example. My idea of perfect Choral Music is the middle eight from "God Only Knows" by the Beach Boys - it goes "Da da Da da Darrr, da da da da da da Darrr" etc. Beautiful.
However, I was listening to Today (Today) and they had a feature on Eric Whitacre and his Virtual Choir. It was quite a revelation (after I'd got over the shock of how identical to me he is visually). He arranged for hundreds of people to contribute their singing of his composition over the internet and put the whole thing together in a 6 minute concert which has had over a million viewers on YouTube.