Sloshing goblets

At this time of year, especially in an age of deep arts funding cuts, I suppose it’s normal to ask yourself if you’re a half-full or half-empty person in the glass department. Pressed for an answer, my response would be that most new years I feel like someone whose full glass has been half-emptied because the over-enthusiastic baritone next to me has just bumped my elbow as he launches into another verse of one of my least favourite opera things – The Drinking Song.