I posted this post on a fan page first; now I decided to put it here instead. After all, it’s personal stuff, and most likely, of no huge particular interest for a fan base anyhow.
I just read the open letter by Julian Assange to Benedict Cumberbatch, concerning an invitation of the latter, which politely, Assange turned down.
A lengthy introduction
It took me long this time to pick a title. But yes, “The Running Man” it is. “The Running Man” is a novel by Stephen King, famously mise en scène with Arnold Schwarzenegger. (Who would have thought I would manage to connect Jaroussky and Schwarzenegger in one single blog note? Sometimes I even surprise myself.)
Sometimes, once in a while, it is bound to happen – something just happens to change your opinion. (This whole blog of mine most probably serves as a perfect example, just by the way.) Well, I don’t like cross-over, or so I thought.
Well, sort of. However, there’s such a load of things I still wanted to write yet that by the time I’ll post things, they will be terribly outdated. So instead of a quick review of some albums, or concerts, just file my rambles under “fond memories” — just as usual.