Sage Gateshead says ‘Thank You’ to all those who have helped it reach its £4 million 10th Birthday Appeal target 
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Well done, 't North East. Wish it wasn't so far away.
Bristol is still plugging away at its plan for a 12,000-seat arena - an enterprise in which I can summon no interest: a Waldbühne it will not be :-/It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. -
The Sage is probably my favourite concert hall.Comment
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Oh, because it makes folk in southampton, Bristol etc who don't have such places green with envy.Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View PostI will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own.
I am not a number, I am a free man.Comment
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Money talks up to a point, but most people just know at as The Sage, which is what their early mailings called it. The name being rammed down our throats now is unnecessarily verbose.Originally posted by Old Grumpy View PostComment
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It's to differentiate Gateshead from NewcastleOriginally posted by Eine Alpensinfonie View Post
(like Salford / Manchester in BBC speak)
It does have the wonderful Abigail Pogson (ex Spitalfields Music) in charge now
as well as ex-Sprout Wendy Smith in charge of Participation projects
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Yes, but at least The Lowry isn't called Lowry Salford.Originally posted by MrGongGong View Post
Some very fine people were born in Salford.
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I didn't have you down as a fan of Shaun Ryder and John Cooper ClarkeOriginally posted by Eine Alpensinfonie View Post
Some very fine people were born in Salford.
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Oh dear. It's a common mistake.Originally posted by jean View Post
Manchester United hasn't been in Manchester for the last 105 years.
Manchester Exchange Station was in Salford.
The BBC Philharmonic is based in Salford.
The Manchester Ship Canal begins at Salford, never even touching Manchester.Comment
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... we must never confuse Clochemerle with Clochemerle-les-Bains or Clochemerle-Babylone, must we! - nor yet Middle Wallop, Over Wallop, or Nether Wallop...
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When I was in Croydon, a few weeks ago, a woman came up to me asking where to find the nearest bus stop.
"There's a bus shelter through there, for buses going to London", I told her.
"But we are in London", she answered!
Croydon would have been considered to be in Surrey when I was a child, not London. Looking at the map, I would have assumed Salford to be a part of Manchester in the same way. I suppose it all must come down to a matter of identity, in the end.Comment
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... ca'n't resist the old Henry James anecdote - Edith Wharton recounts when motoring, lost, on a rainy evening, James seeking advice from a local:Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
" 'My good man, if you'll be good enough to come here, please; a little nearer - so,' and as the old man came up: '‘”My friend, to put it to you in two words, this lady and I have just arrived here from Slough; that is to say, to be more strictly accurate, we have recently passed through Slough on our way here, having actually motored to Windsor from Rye, which was our point of departure; and the darkness having overtaken us, we should be much obliged if you would tell us where we now are in relation, say, to the High Street, which, as you of course know, leads to the Castle, after leaving on the left hand the turn down to the railway station.”
I was not surprised to have this extraordinary appeal met by silence, and a dazed expression on the old wrinkled face at the window; nor to have James go on: “In short” (his invariable prelude to a fresh series of explanatory ramifications), “in short, my good man, what I want to put to you in a word is this: supposing we have already (as I have reason to think we have) driven past the turn down to the railway station (which, in that case, by the way, would probably not have been on our left hand, but on our right), where are we now in relation to…” “Oh, please,” I interrupted, feeling myself utterly unable to sit through another parenthesis, “do ask him where the King’s Road is.” “Ah–? The King’s Road? Just so! Quite right! Can you, as a matter of fact, my good man, tell us where, in relation to our present position, the King’s Road exactly is?” “Ye’re in it,” said the aged face at the window.’ "Comment
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