Every now and again you need something a bit highbrow, a trip to an art gallery, a visit to the theatre or as I did last night an evening of opera at Hampton Court. Not the usual arse numbing sixteen hours of Wagner that most people associate with such events but one of the more popular ‘gala’ events where they belt out a few hours of opera’s greatest hits and chuck in a few show tunes if appropriate backed by a full orchestra, in this case the London Philharmonic Concert mob. The main man was the Welsh baritone Bryn Terfel, who’s real surname apparently is Jones, but as you’re unlikely to stand out with a name like that in Wales he dropped it and sensibly uses his second moniker, Terfel. Ah…I know what you’re thinking but don’t forget Tom moved to Vegas. Mr T was joined by the equally talented Joseph Calleja and the wonderfully named Desiree Recontore and they too have more talent that is right for one person to possess. So a great evening and some great tunes, but it had me thinking though as not a few hours before on the way home I had been accompanied by The Darkness at HSE worrying decibels levels. What a wonderfully eclectic world we live in. Bryn Terfel singing ‘Get Your Hands Off Of My Woman…”, now I’d pay to see that.