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<p>After dinner I go for a bit of Heathcote Statham's organ recital at St. Johns - sheer duty because I loathe org. recitals. He doesn't play badly - but, like most organists with practically no rhythm. He played some ludicrous music - Widor etc.</p>
excerpt from 'Journeying boy : the diaries of the young Benjamin Britten 1928-1938' pp. 213 (44 words)