Shortly after 1.30 this morning, I made my excuses to Menahem Pressler and staggered home to bed.
‘So soon?’ said Menahem.
He had flown in to London the day before, played four piano quartets at the Wigmore Hall, dined in style and was now ready for… what?’
‘I have a car picking me up for the airport at 4 am,’ he announced. ‘At 11, I am meant to judging a trio competition in Munich.’
Menahem will be 90 in December.
In… de…. fatigable.