When you live somewhere and your back is against the wall, money is tight and hard times are all round, there are things that we all turn to, rely upon and from which we draw hope and inspiration.
For some, its piety, others, its politics, and most of us, it’s the arts – whether we all actually say that or not. The need to be ‘taken out of yourself’ as my maternal granny would have said, when things were tough, meant singing or dancing or going to a show. Taking some enchanting and well deserved respite from the tragedies of life and the hopelessness of some situations, we endured much here and were also offered sustenance for the soul by the arts.