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“Give us a date.”

WHEN CAN WE REOPEN?

That is what composer Andrew Lloyd Webber is asking politicians in Britain during testimony before Parliament.

“We simply have to get our arts sector back open and running.”

I wholeheartedly agree and hope that people are listening. The lockdowns cannot go on indefinitely. It is time to reopen.

“We are at the point of no return, really. There comes a point when we really can’t go on anymore.”

Please heed his warnings.

“Theatre is an incredibly labour-intensive business.”

ajh

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ANDREW SULLIVAN DOES SUCH AND IS SUCH.

One of the more surreal experiences of getting older has been watching Boris Johnson and Keir Starmer rise to the top in the country I left many years ago.”

Of course, Sullivan is talking about Britain, specifically one of its four component parts, England. Boris has risen through the political world to become prime minister. Keir Starmer is unknown to me, though his name sounds very German.

“It’s surreal because at school in the 1970s I spent a small part of almost every day debating Keir; and at Oxford in the early 1980s I watched Boris rise in the Union. Boris was then who he is now: a charming bullshitter.”

There is nothing quite like getting to the point.

“I liked him because he made me laugh, didn’t take himself too seriously, and wouldn’t compensate or apologize for his ridiculous toffishness, which was a nice change from all the other Etonians. But I was closer to Keir. Every morning, we both took the 428 and 410 buses, if I recall, from our respective homes, East Grinstead and Oxted, to Reigate Grammar.”

I don’t know anything about bus lines in England. But I am hoping to learn. I have never been to Europe. I have been dreaming about it for years.

“I was a diminutive, bespectacled, very uptight young Thatcherite, and Keir was a near-Bolshevik bruiser, with a Bay City Rollers haircut, a fat tie, an unbuttoned collar and an air of real roughness. The arguments began on the bus, and got more intense in 1975, when Thatcher became Tory leader, escalating through to 1979, when Keir and I were all but screaming at each other on a daily basis.”

I, too, enjoyed having debates with classmates and friends. Mostly, however, I am not in touch with many from my school days.

“It wasn’t all politics, of course. The morning after the previous night’s Monty Python, we’d be trying to remember the best lines, shouting over each other, to the general consternation of the good local folk of Godstone and Redhill.”

I never did any yelling on a bus. I like quiet on transit. I like being quiet and having quiet.

“I guess we both mellowed. But Keir also transformed himself into someone far more polished and professional than I remember. The difference between him and Boris is that Keir has obviously matured, and Boris seems incapable of that.”

I have certainly mellowed and moderated somewhat, though I am sure a few would dispute that.

ajh