The denunciation of certain critics delivered from the stage of
the Opera House on the last night— loudly applauded by the large audience—was, for once, one felt, quite justified. Mr. Barnes need not, however, feel that he is among those critics whose blindness (and colour-blindness) was so enthusiastic- ally deplored.—Yours faithfully,
DEREK PARKER
37 Campden Hill Towers, W11 FOODCAST SIR,-1 was particularly delighted to read your 'Foodcast,' because it illuminated an experience I recently had at Broadcasting House. I was making a very small contribution to Woman's Hour, and so got invited to the cold pie, salad and beer (or cider) and—on this occasion—strawberries and cream meal. To the great delight of the producer and other regulars, there was a charming vase of dianthuses (or whatever the plural should be) on the table and they made a graceful remark about the flowers being in my honour. But we had no sooner sat down than a waiter arrived to collect the flowers. With an apologetic grin he explained that they were intended for 'The Critics.' He must have been a very new waiter, because he promised to try to bring us some other flowers in their place. Need- less to say, no more flowers were forthcoming. (I only hope he didn't get into trouble.)—Yours faith- fully, FRANCES KAY
102a Lexham Gardens, W8
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