As promised or threatened in the previous post, here is the excerpt from the Strode Opera production of 1994. I was the Warden of the Tower, or some such title. My costume is splendid-looking, but the trousers itched terribly, so I went out and bought some women's tights, and was comfortable. Don't worry. I didn't develop any more tastes for cross-dressing. My part doesn't really count as a solo part - not for purposes of allotting dressing rooms, anyway. I was with the chorus, until a couple of the real soloists generously invited me into the soloists' dressing room!