Can you answer these questions? How are you? What did you have for breakfast? Do you have a good memory? Did you share your bed with anyone last night? Are you comfortable talking about money? What’s the best age to be? Do you pray? Have you ever had a part of your body removed? Are you rich? Do your friends think you are rich?
I am an arts journalist, so I have trained the muscle that helps you sit through even the most turgid and indulgent performances – but a 12-hour unscripted show seemed ridiculous, even to me. The description for 12 Last Songs reassures that you can come and go at any time, to which I thought: thank God. But then I ended up spending six hours watching it, and the other six desperately wishing I was there.
