A lacklustre rendition of the national anthem leaves Guy Noble pondering our unwillingness to sing this country’s praises.
Attending Cabaret in London, Guy Noble was taken aback by the dictatorial ushers, who tried to stop him taking photos in the foyer, and on the pavement outside.
Pondering our dopamine addiction and obsessive need to feel good, Guy Noble wonders if boredom is a necessary counterpoint to happiness.
Fed up with being bombarded with requests for feedback about everything from online purchases to hotel visits, Guy Noble ponders sending reverse feedback.
Rather than drop the offensive lyrics from the outdated, patriotic songs so loved at Last Night of the Proms concerts, why not rewrite them, suggests Guy Noble?
While appreciating the convenience of digital music, Guy Noble has begun embracing LPs again and loves the sound, even though classical music is disc-heavy.
Reeling from the noise and a death-defying road trip, Guy Noble was surprisingly touched by a performance of Rajasthani desert music in Jodhpur.
Movie critics loved Tár and The Banshees of Inisherin, but Guy Noble begs to differ, and offers his own suggestions for the awards they should have won.
Guy Noble ponders whether animals like classical music and admits he is glad we don’t share 100 percent of our DNA with chimps.
There are times when Guy Noble can’t help longing for reclining, cinema-style seating at the theatre.
Guy Noble finds it hard to get to the bottom of life as an influencer, and wonders why one particular Instagrammer constantly posts pictures of her posterior.
Why do post-concert celebrations so often revolve around alcohol? asks Guy Noble, who is thinking of trading a glass of bubbly for an iced doughnut.
Guy Noble raises an eyebrow at the Sydney Opera House’s “spittle-catchers”. On another note, he is proud to be staging a fundraiser in memory of much-loved soprano Taryn Fiebig.