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'I remember the first time I saw him. I was a late-duty reporter alone in the reporters' room at midnight, when the door opened at the far end of the room. This white-haired figure walked in, whipped off this black cloak with scarlet lining and sat down - and it was Neville Cardus. I sat back in the shadows and watched him. And he typed just a single word, pulled out the piece of paper and started again. Before long, he was surrounded by about 200 single sheets of paper on the floor. Suddenly he started typing furiously and didn't stop for 20 minutes, then ripped out the paper, took it straight to the sub-editors, and that was the review, which was a review of Barbirolli conducting the Halle. I picked up all the discarded pieces of paper, and he'd written  only one word on each of them: Cardus.
Isn't that extraordinary? All of us have a way of triggering a piece, and that was his. The most extraordinary process.'
 
Michael Parkinson, interviewed in the current RCM 'Upbeat' magazine, tells that story about music critic Neville Cardus. with whom he worked on the Guardian in the late 1950s. It's interesting that the physical act of typing got the words flowing eventually. Now I know what to do when writer's block strikes.
 
Louise... Louise... Louise...
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