So I was on Front Row

Last week I was asked to go on Radio 4's Front Row to review The Massive Tragedy of Madame Bovary! at the Ev. I know. It sounds absurd. Still, these things don't come along every day. The country's foremost daily arts news programme! And me! I just assumed every other critic in a 50 mile radius must have been killed in some King Ralph-style incident and there was no-one else left to do the spot.I've done a little radio before, but accelerating straight to full-on national, live R4 was a bit of a freak out, even for my (generally unflappable) self.This was probably fairly apparent, and not helped by the fact that the show in question is one of the most deliciously open-to-interpretation, un-straightforward productions there's been in a long time. Reviews had been mixed; it was comic and tragic and yet not tragi-comedy in your usual theatrical sense; and I'll be waking in the middle of the night yelling 'THAT'S WHAT I SHOULD HAVE SAID!'  to no-one in particular for probably the next five years. It was a surprisingly tough gig, but it was also good fun and a tremendous privilege.Listen again? No fear of that over here. But here's the proof.