I may not know much about classical music, but I know what I like. And, unlike most radio appearances, when there's always the risk of having spent been forced to spend the previous night sleeping in a small car on Dartmoor in January, leading to both sleep-deprived hysteria and a nasty chest infection, talking to Michael Berkeley on Private Passions was nothing but a pleasure.
Read MoreSometimes one develops a new interest, a passing fancy: breadmaking, say, or salsa dancing, or writing novels. And, like most lovely things in life, soon the urge passes, and calmness reigns once more.
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