We were listening to Classic FM. Up popped Mozart’s Symphony No 41 in C Major (the ‘Jupiter’). Magic memories came flooding back of Liam’s long past days when he played oboe in minor league orchestras. He gushed about how he was plucked from obscurity to fly solo oboe for the Amadeus masterpiece at Chelsea Town Hall in 1997. While he was practising his art in the grand Victorian hall on the ground floor, I was practising my trade in the Social Services Department in the basement. We never passed on the stairs and I didn’t get the chance to finger his instrument until 2006.
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How amazing – and so funny!! Life is full of these quaint little coincidences. Does Liam still play? 🙂
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He still plays the piano but he sold his old oboe on ebay before we moved to Turkey. It was defunct anyway. I sometimes hear him play the recorder which is how he started all those years ago.
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Aaaaahhhhh! Senor Crescendo!
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You rogue, you! Amazing how you might have passed on the stairs, unaware that your future was within reach. It’s the makings of a great story…
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Life is full of strange coincidences and near misses. How does the Twilight Zone go again?
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