We listened to music from the 1971 adaption of Death in Venice on Emily's lovely old record player one evening last week, whilst cooking supper for friends. Shockingly, I'm still yet to see the film, and I keep dipping in and out of Thomas Mann's original novella. I must set this to rights very soon. I'm also a little irritated that I missed out on the ENO's production of Benjamin Britten's opera, which was staged at the Coliseum earlier this summer... It looked wonderful... Alas!