Andy McNab

The myth of Sandhurst

Today’s officers are a very different breed

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Gentlemen cadets from Sandhurst practice field sketching at Greenwich, 1938 (Getty)

On one of summer’s rare dry days, I spent an evening watching The Rakes Progress at Glyndebourne’s Festival Opera. I’m a big opera fan and have travelled to Italy, Spain and Germany to see some fantastic performances but had never felt the urge to go to Glyndebourne. I am not sure why. I guess the idea of all that pomp and dressing up, instead of just listening and enjoying the performance, felt a bit up itself and initially put me off. Plus, this performance was in English, and I always assumed Italian and German operas would flow more easily in song. It was, as it turned out, completely worth dusting off my black tie. It was an outstanding performance and an English aria is just as thrilling as any in Italian or German. The grand picnic on the grounds during the extra-long interval made the dress-up more fun. Plus, it is cheaper to travel to East Sussex than Europe.

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