A chance meeting with uke-toting Proms director Roger Wright (right) before Haitink's Mahler on Monday night. 'I'm sorry,' he says cheerily, 'I haven't got time to give you a ukulele lesson now.' Blooming cheek.
But I can reveal that just like me, the jolly Roger has decided to become a tune man, eschewing the Ode to Joy chords. See his fingers and you understand why. Good and sturdy for holding a cricket bat, bit of a challenge on the pesky little frets of a ukulele.
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