If you had a time machine and a guaranteed return ticket, into what era would you like to be whisked? Despite the dentistry and the prospect of getting a terribly itchy scalp from wearing those gigantic wigs, I would plump for early 18th-century London – as long as I could summon the creative geniuses of the age to the mother of all dinner parties.
Who would get an invitation? Well, the three great Hs – Handel, Hogarth and
