We went to see English touring Opera’s production of Don Giovanni last night. It was competent and enjoyable, though not first rate. As usual, I had to be restrained by my lovely companion from singing along — especially when the tenor playing Don Ottavio, er underplayed Il mio tesoro. Here’s how it should be done, IMHO:

Or, even better, here’s John McCormack:

For some reason, my household seems to think that my operatic performances should be restricted to the bathroom. Bah!