● REALLY, YOU’D THINK THEY MIGHT have learned the lesson by now, the opera apparat: don’t show off, keep your head down, everything will probably be fine.
Alternatively, make like the late unlamented chief exec of ENO, wave your arms around and shout about how amazing you are, how your audience is entirely composed of black kidz, and disaster will swamp you. People will remember you exist, the papers will dump chortling scorn on you, the Arts Council will come calling, and goodnight Charlie.
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