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On tour with the London Symphony Chorus
It’s been a mad weekend. In truth, if there’s one thing I didn’t really want to do in the midst of pre-Christmas preparations, it was to travel to Luxembourg on Friday and from Luxembourg to Paris on Saturday and back to London just in time to miss the Archers on Sunday. Except that, well, I did…
This trip was part of my alternative career – my unpaid career – as a member of the London Symphony Chorus. It has some similarities with my professional life. On Friday, I was up at 6 a.m. and out of the house by seven in order to catch the Eurostar to Brussels – just as tomorrow, I shall be getting up well before dawn to travel to Edinburgh to conduct a leadership assessment for a client. This tour also included very little down-time to explore our host cities, which is also true of many business trips. Beyond this, the similarities give way to many differences. Let me tell you about our trip.
On Friday morning, we caught the 8.50 a.m. train from London St. Pancras to Brussels – about 120 singers, variously bleary-eyed and excited and more or less prepared. From Brussels we travelled by coach to Luxembourg, leaving behind us a certain amount of cold for, well, more cold. The closer we got to our destination, the more snow we saw on the ground, giving way to the rain and bleak, grey skies. Perhaps it’s a sign of my age and experience that, on arrival, I opted for a cup of tea and a 30-minute sleep before preparing to go over to the concert hall for our pre-concert rehearsal.

Luxembourg’s Philharmonie Luxembourg Concert Hall is a very fine building indeed. From the exterior, it is characterised by its surrounding of pillars which are striking even when you have your head down in an attempt to ward off the rain and cold. Inside, it is all sloping floors and overhead walkways for the public and, behind the scenes, spacious accommodation for orchestra and chorus. Unless you’ve travelled the artists quarters of the world’s concert halls, you could easily overlook just how welcome such spacious accommodation is.
At 5.15 p.m. heure locale the choir warmed up with our new Music Director, Simon Halsey, before we were joined by members of the London Symphony Orchestra and our conductor, Maestro Valerie Gergiev. Famous for conducting using a toothpick and with hand gestures so wobbly they are terrifying to follow, I was struck by a shift in his approach – at least in the rehearsal – towards giving clearer direction to both orchestra and chorus. After the rehearsal, we had time to change and – because we were not on the platform in the first half of the concert – to take in refreshments and a walk around the public areas before singing Szymanowski’s 3rd Symphony, Song of the Night.
Chorus tours, even such short ones as this, are always good for their opportunity to socialise so that, after the concert, we wandered back to our hotel and made good use of the spacious bar area. I found myself surrounded by about 10 or 12 people, some of whom I knew well and others less so. We took time to chat, drink, laugh and drink some more. It helped that our Saturday morning departure was at 11.15 a.m.
On Saturday, we were driven by coach to Luxembourg’s railway station and arrived with time to spare, though not quite enough time to find a cup of coffee – just enough time to sing a few carols in the spacious entrance hall before bording our train to Paris, Gare de l’Est. I suspect that this, alone, was worth the travel and discomfort and will be one of the stories we still tell ten, twenty years down the line.

In Paris, together with my room mate, I took time to rest – again, for half an hour – before walking up to the Salle Pleyel. Here, the accommodation is, frankly, awful. Not only is our space small, laden with piles of chairs and without mirrors, but this time, we are sharing it with James Mallinson, recording producer and asked to be silent. Even if we remember not to talk, it’s impossible to change in the total silence required for James to do his job.
It’s time to be flexible or to go mad with frustration and anger. After our warm-up and with just an hour until we are required to join the orchestra, I go with friends to a nearby cafe and share a drink and escargots. Returning to the concert hall, we are kept waiting until the very end of the rehearsal where we are on the platform for only a few minutes, singing two or three pages to set the balance and then, once more, having time but no proper space. Together with the same friends, I return to the same cafe for our plat principal – in my case, confit de canard with haricots verts. We return in time for the second half of the concert, listening to Brahm’s Variations on a Theme By Haydn before singing the Szymanowski again. Afterwards, it seems only fitting to complete our meal, this time in a small restaurant near our hotel. I enjoy poire belle Helene for dessert and then sleep for less than six hours before getting up for the return journey.
And what of the singing? Ask members of the chorus and you’ll find as many responses as there are members – our view of how things went is always a reflection of our personal performance and experience. For my part, I am delighted to have four performances of this piece in quick succession (in London, Luxembourg, Paris and again in London). As I sing it with increasing confidence, I also come increasingly to love this piece.
On Armistice Day, November 2012
“Comrade, I did not want to kill you.
Reflecting on my gardening year
Summer is drawing to a close – and what a summer! Predictions of a drought to knock 1976 into a cocked hat became the subject of ridicule as the rain poured and poured and, well, poured… breaking one record and then another. Sitting in my garden recently, I found myself reflecting on my gardening year.
This is the first year I have sown anything from seed and I have had a good number of successes. I have grown broad beans, runner beans, French beans – the runner beans from beans harvested from last year’s crop. I have grown Swiss chard, and three different types of courgettes – green courgettes, yellow courgettes and summer squash. I have grown butternut squash, potatoes and tomatoes. I have grown marigolds and nasturtium. I have grown aubergine and cucumbers, lettuce, fennel – even cauliflowers. Recently, visiting my local farmer’s garden, I noticed how many of the vegetables I most admired were ones I have in abundance in my own garden.
It hasn’t all been plain sailing. The tomatoes have suffered terribly in the rain and I have had to pull out and dispose of tomatoes with blight. Of those that remain, I have only had ripe tomatoes in the last two or three weeks and even then, very few – what a wash-out! I have discovered that some plants really do need to be in a green house – the aubergines and cucumbers in particular. I don’t (yet) have a greenhouse, though I have started to ponder what size greenhouse I need and where I might put it in my garden which is spacious by urban standards and nonetheless modest in size.
I really celebrate my learning. I can grow things from seed and they are naturally inclined to grow. In this less-than-sunny year my vegetables have grown much better on one side of the garden than the other. I’ve learnt a few more ways to reduce the number of slugs and snails in my garden. I’ve learnt – after upwards of 40 years without eating a broad bean – that I can eat broad beans and (in some dishes at least) enjoy them. And as I learn more about my garden I am also slowly developing a plan for it. I know where I want to grow vegetables, taking into account the position of the garden and where the sun shines. I know where I want to have a seating area for breakfast and another shady seating area for lunch at midday. I have learnt that I experience an unbelievable amount of pleasure – a deep, deep joy – from sowing and tending and planting my own seeds. I have been reminded of nature’s abundance and the joy of giving away my excess harvest.
After a while I realised that my reflections were like the annual reviews that are carried out in many organisations. I also realised that my reflection in hindsight were rather different from my reflections at certain moments during the year, when my focus was overwhelmingly on the challenges of my garden – the blight on my tomatoes, the impossibility of staying on top of the weeds and the slugs and snails in what seemed like interminable rain. For me, this ‘annual review’ of my gardening year, seated with a cup of tea in the midst of the harvest of my labours brought nothing but joy, pure joy. I was able to embrace my successes and to notice areas where I still have much to learn. I was able to look ahead and to begin to plan for the year(s) ahead without any sense of being somehow in ‘deficit’. I was able to differentiate between gaps in my learning and the impact of circumstances beyond my control.
If only the workplace annual review could be a joyous event, too. I wonder, what would this take in your organisation?
Preparing for longer working lives: time for a revolution in the way we work?
Every few weeks I write a blog posting for Discuss HR. The posting below will be published today:
Recently Nick Hewer and Margaret Mountford, who have both served alongside Sir Alan Sugar in the BBC’s Apprentice, explored what it might take for people to continue working into their 70s in The Town That Never Retired. I found myself wondering to what extent the HR profession is at the vanguard of shaping a way of working in the future which reflects the life expectancy of modern British men and women.
I confess that, for purely personal reasons, I have long been interested in the question of what happens as people get older. Not surprisingly, my interest starts at home: I was just 18 when my parents retired, my father aged 70 and my mother aged 51. My mother, who had always managed home and family as well as working alongside my father on the farm, continued to thrive whilst my father struggled to adapt. Years later, when he was well into his 80s or maybe even 90s, my father continued to make references to his contribution to the family as a farmer, as if his sense of identity was still vested in his bygone work. My mother, on the other hand, continued to bring up her children, looked after her parents in their old age and then my father in his. She has been a church warden for many years, organised an annual concert for 25 years, still organises the bookstall in the monthly village market and even – now aged 81 – continues to cook for the “old folk” at the village lunch club.
As an amateur singer I have also had cause to be aware of just how well some people thrive well into their old age. I sang under the baton of Leonard Bernstein until he died in 1990, aged 72. In 1997, I was deprived of the opportunity to sing under the baton of Sir Georg Solti when he died shortly before a concert, aged 85. I am pleased to say that Sir Colin Davis continues to delight in his 85th year.
But what about corporate Britain? Some employers have long since cottoned on to the value of older employees. As early as 2001 The Grocer ran an article entitled Asda and Sainsbury take a positive view of older workers. The article highlights how, in response to the then government’s Age Positive Campaign, Sainsbury “now offers arrangements which allow older staff to reduce the hours they spend at work gradually, and a new pension plan which allows staff to contribute until they are aged 75”. In my own local Sainsbury it was Norma, who must be about 70 years old, who served me a few months back on the day that snow had caused travel chaos and staff were still struggling to get in. I value the older staff in my local supermarket because they have an ease in interacting with people of all ages and experience of using the products they sell – which is sometimes obviously lacking amongst the “youngsters”.
As I sit and muse I realise I do have a vision, albeit barely considered, of a way of working which takes far greater account of the needs of workers and the natural rhythms of life. For young people there might be opportunities to work longer hours to earn that elusive mortgage deposit. For parents there might be opportunities to work less and spend more time with children. For older people there might be opportunities to work shorter hours whilst still making a valuable and valued contribution in the workplace (and, yes, earning a living). Perhaps, in time, there will be a degree of choice throughout our careers which supports employees in contributing to their place of work and to their family. To put it another way, the more we need people to work well into their 60s, 70s and 80s, the more we need to design ways of working throughout people’s careers that support health, fulfilment and longevity. We also need to do our research – one interesting fact from The Town That Never Retired is that research shows, in a way that may be counter-intuitive, that employment prospects for young people are better when older people work longer.
As you’ve no doubt already discovered, I don’t have all the answers, but rather want to ask the questions. My main question to you is this: as an HR professional, how far ahead are you looking and how do you envisage the future for the older people of this country?
Singing the Grande Messe des Morts at St. Paul’s Cathedral

On my birthday: note to self
It’s your birthday today. You’ve got a full day ahead – don’t beat yourself up about that (just take a moment to book time off on your birthday next year).
Busy or not busy, take time today to notice what you did in the last year that you would never have dreamt of doing a few years ago. Notice the courage you’ve shown in your learning as well as the things you’ve learnt.
Stop making comparisons. You know they only get you down or – worse still – put someone else down (even if only in your mind). And when you do make comparisons – with your distant ideal or some younger (slimmer, fitter, faster, something-or-other-er) or older (wiser, more gracious, richer, more successful…) self, hold yourself with compassion for where you are now.
Take time to notice what’s working in your life, including (especially) the tiniest of things. In case you need reminding, the joy is not in the lottery win or the next big contract, it’s right there in your dining room in the seed trays by the window.
Enjoy those Christmas-and-birthdays-only illicit pleasures (you know what they are) AND notice whether they do still give you joy. Let go of the ones that don’t.
Finish your client report on time, but not at the expense of receiving – yes, really receiving – the love and best wishes of friends, family and colleagues. Let the day be spacious and joyful as well as busy and productive.
It’s OK to be where you are – whatever you feel today, let your feelings be welcome and hold them with care. Everything is welcome.
If you’re reading this, you’re still alive. Everything you experience today is only possible because you are alive. (And yes, it’s OK that you may never truly realise just what a gift this is). Being alive, being yourself – oh! and drinking your birthday cup of coffee – who could ask for more?
Inviting you to the spiritual practice of resting
Every now and then I have trouble sleeping, as I did on Saturday night. I woke up at about 2 or 3am and struggled to get back to sleep. No worrying thoughts. Just an awareness of being tired and yet awake. I did what I do on these occasions – got up, made myself a cuppa, enjoyed a read for a while and then went back to bed and slept like a baby. If you read my post on Tuesday you already know that I enjoyed a good lie-in on Sunday morning.
It wasn’t enough. On Monday, after a slightly late night and a good night’s sleep, I woke up feeling tired and yearning for more sleep. Almost as soon as I woke up I realised that, had I taken a moment to think ahead, I would have done well to book this week for a break. Too late – I already had appointments in my diary throughout the week.
It has been relatively restful this week. Realising how tired I am I have focused on those things that are time sensitive and re-scheduled anything that can wait. I’ve slept later. Still, it has been relatively restful but not quite rest. I am looking forward to four days when I shall put work to one side to spend time with my family, to tend my garden and, well, to rest.
In the Christian and Jewish calendars, the seventh day is prescribed as a day of rest, in line with the commandments which are said to have been handed to Moses by God. Rest is, in this sense, a spiritual practice and has significance alongside other key practices. Now you may not be a Christian or a Jew. You may have no religious faith. Still, I invite you to pause for a moment to ask yourself: shall I be putting aside my work this weekend and allowing myself to rest? If the answer is no, I invite you to ask yourself why. Perhaps your profession is such that you need, at times, to work when others are not working. Perhaps you have a key deadline that means that this year, for once, you will be taking some time over the break to work. Perhaps work is your haven from difficulties at home – a way to keep out of the way of your unhappy marriage or to excuse your absence from a family gathering. Your reasons have a story to tell – if only you are listening.
I invite you, too, to ask yourself: do I need time to rest this weekend? In case the answer is ‘yes’, I invite you to listen.
Sustaining a long career
On Tuesday I went with my niece, Rebecca Nesbit, to a talk on Climate Change. The talk was by Professor Elinor Ostrom, whose extensive credentials are too long to be listed here but can be found on Wikidepia and elsewhere. After the talk, Rebecca and I shared what we’d taken away from Ostrom’s presentation. Rebecca presents a brief summary on her blog of what she took away, under the heading Climate change thoughts from a Nobel Laureate.
I confess that, throughout the talk, I was both listening to the content of Professor Ostrom’s talk and reflecting on Professor Ostrom herself. Born in 1933, she is still professionally active at the age of 78 and a thoughtful and clearly highly intelligent woman. I am used to singing under the baton of men who are still conducting at a mature age – I sang with Leonard Bernstein shortly before he died, my opportunity to sing with Georg Solti was snatched away when he died just before a concert, I have enjoyed singing under the baton of Sir Colin Davis for a number of years. (As it happens, Sir Colin has conducted three generations of my family throughout his career).
So much for the men. It’s largely outside my experience to meet women who are still professionally active in their late 70s and into their 80s. I hasten to add that it’s not that they’re not active. My mother, aged 81, is a legend throughout her local community and across my family for her full portfolio of activities, from the domestic (managing her household, tending her allotment, looking after her youngest grandson etc.) to the community and charitable activities (with long service as a church warden, running the bookstall at the village Saturday market, cooking for the old folks – yes, really! – at the village lunch club, and much more besides). I still remember Mum’s plans to keep the bookstall books in the attic of her new home when she moved 6 years ago. Needless to say, as a family, we were quick to discourage her.
So, Professor Ostrom was striking to me as an example of someone who maintains an active professional life well into her third age. This is not new – there have always been people who do this. At the same time, our context is such that – it seems to me – the significance of this has changed. On the same day that I heard Ostrom speak I read (in the Metro I think) of predictions that one third of children born in the UK today will live to be 100 years old. It seems to me that, with this statistic in mind, the things we’re currently doing to adapt (changes in pensions, changes in employment legislation) may prove to be wholly inadequate.
Is it possible that we need to radically re-think our approach to work? This is such an enormous topic that I am struggling to put my arms (or perhaps my metaphorical pen) around it. Here are just three possible implications:
- That we need to think much more holistically about the relationship between things we currently view as separate – work, unemployment and retirement. We need to exercise more judgement based on accurate assessment of the facts and less judgement (as in “condemnation”) based on dogma in order to reshape the way we view the role of work in society;
- That we need to re-think our chief measures of success at work and what we want our work to deliver. Perhaps we need to prioritise sustainability over profit, thinking about how our organisations can contribute to society over time rather than focusing narrowly on “shareholder value”. (I’m guessing we would make this transition more easily if only we could develop a deeper understanding of the role of money in our lives – what is it we want money to do for us? For money is never an end in itself and always a means to an end). Equally, perhaps we need work to deliver people who are not only productive at work but also motivated, resourceful and healthy long after their careers have finished;
- That we need to plan for careers that span as many as 70 years and which are adapted to our age and stage at each step along the way. Already, levels of workplace stress and absent-from-work illness suggest we are not doing enough organise work in ways which enrich the lives of workers as much as it contributes to bottom-line profits and other business outcomes. And the more we plan for a longer career, the more we need to sign up for enjoyment at work – it’s hard to sustain the view that we’re “saving for an enjoyable retirement” when retirement is 50, 60, even 70 years away.
I’d welcome your thoughts and ideas. What are you doing to adapt to a longer career for you and your staff?
Making the case for child labour
- I see a need for humility amongst the adults whose responsibility it is to contribute to children and young adults as they prepare for adult life and the world of work. The world today is different from the world we grew up in and tomorrow’s world will be different again. Imagining we know the answers for our children may go some way towards assuaging our fears and still, in the end, our role is to help young people find their own way in this ever-changing world;
- We all have a desire – a need, even – to contribute to others. Letting children play a role in the house from an early age supports them in meeting this need, builds self esteem and prepares them for their life as independent adults;
- Success in adult life takes many forms, not all of which depend on our exam results. Introducing children to both paid and unpaid work from an early age supports them in meeting immediate needs, in developing skills of living and in exploring possible avenues for a future career;
- In a world in which not everyone can find a job at all times, we – the adults – need to remember that, with or without a job, we are all, fundamentally, OK.
