I don't know who this Alan Day person is (OK, I vaguely know, he's one of these peculiar diatonic persons), but I'm pretty damn sure he hasn't a clue who I am.
Nor does he bother to read a word of what I say.
Of course, he doesn't have to. Nobody does.
Though if you don't, you relinquish totally the right to stick totally off-beam assumptions into my mouth.
Did you read what I was saying about ?The Now Show earlier?
No. thought not.

Go away (far away) and listen to Claude-Michel Schönberg who screwed up Victor Hugo's text, (or even L Bart or A L Webber if you really, really want). I don't care, nor do I want to hear about it.
My musical tastes and experiences are wide but I don't talk about early baroque or various aspects of techno here.
This Ms Boyce (Boyle? whatever) person might be good at what she does if you like that sort of thing. Doubtless there is some appropriate scribbling board somewhere else to say so.

I posted in reply to someone who said they had crossposted that I too was cross when I posted.
No idea where that's gone.
I'm actually just bored at all this shit about a reality TV show that hasn't the vaguest relevance to what we're supposed to be here for.

Someone says they can't find much of my work online. No, of course you wouldn't. It was mostly done with real hot metal on paper, Remember that?