If it had been MacMillan's exquisite ballet, I'd have been holding back tears.
If it had been Shakespeare, I'd be on the edge of my seat.
But I did think that Gounod makes a sentimental dog's dinner of a great tragic story.
And there were several empty seats after the interval.
Not me. I stuck it out to the end.
But I must have had a premonition that it was going to be a Long Night.
Because at 4pm I hurriedly made a big plate of egg and chips.
To see me through -
A very shrill soprano
A libretto that would have Shakespeare spinning in his grave
And an overwhelming urge to grab the mobile phones from all the fidgety, twitchy young people sitting around me.