Early yesterday, Cup Final morning, I can’t recall what it was now, but something led me to an internet page. I was probably obediently researching some arbitrary request from my wife. Contemporary dance. Modern Jazz. An exhibition of surrealist paintings or abstract sculpture. When it comes to art, she’s the Arsenal to my Corinthian Casuals. Whatever it was, I found myself beholding a page with a marginal mention that caught my eye: Donovan in Reading, it said.… READ MORE.... …