Being moderately offensive is the lifeblood of humour, says Guy Noble, as he recalls being booed on stage and the witty on-air jousts between Clive Robertson and Caroline Jones.

There are so many euphemisms for dying, but we will only be truly dead when everyone who knew us has ‘passed on’.

The noise of the city is an assault on the ears, says the aurally sensitive Guy Noble. But a beautiful voice is another matter.

Rather than sanction Russian music, why don’t we focus on Ukrainian music – and learn more about it.

Forced into box-ticking to be allowed to work (safely) at the Sydney Opera House, Guy Noble suddenly had an egotistical thought . . .

Guy Noble says it’s time to start making more of an effort to increase the representation of women composers on our stages.

There are big egos in music, but happily not too many narcissists, says Guy Noble, who is recovering from a difficult experience with a self-­described “visionary”.

Beset with monkey mind, Guy Noble currently finds satisfaction in cleaning, and wishes he could take his brain out and give that a good scrub too.

A COVID gratitude list in a bid to lift his spirits, Guy Noble finds joy in Bach, toasted sandwiches and the hold music on the ATO helpline. 

Guy Noble suggests ways of keeping busy during lockdown: maybe we need al fresco orchestras?

Who is to say that The Force is any less potent to its believers than the Holy Trinity?

Guy Noble owns up to a bad case of PCSD–Post-COVID Stress Disorder – manifested in unusual bouts of negativity, foreboding and absent-mindedness.