A spat has erupted on Slipped Disc over one of our contributors who went to the Metropolitan Opera bearing the first of the seasonal catarrhs. It was no excuse, readers felt, that the opera he attended was called The Nose. If you’ve got a cold, keep it to yourself is the accepted etiquette.
But do we? Which of us has cancelled a flight after coughing all night? The confined space of an aircraft is a worse spreader of germs than the vastness of the Met.
Which of us has been blamed for not turning up to work because we had a cold?
And don’t we applaud singers on being told that they are going ahead with their performance despite having a touch of flu?
There seems to be widespread confusion about what to do with a cold when you’ve got tickets for the opera. Slipped Discers, what’s your best advice?