I am not a huge fan of Elton John. He and Bernie Taupin (who hardly ever gets much credit) wrote a lot of dross along with some good songs. But at 76 Elton wobbled onto the stage at Glastonbury (“Glasto” to the hip cats) and gave a spirited performance. Ok, he can’t reach the high notes any longer, but he still plays a mean piano and tries his heart out.
Not so some of the (much younger) so-called modern “superstars”. The Arctic Monkeys performed a very half-hearted, slovenly set. The pudgy little scotchman Lewis Capaldi couldn’t last through his and Lana Del Rey was half an hour late due to hair problems and was duly cut off before the end of hers.
Well, the punters only paid three ton a ticket after all. Who expects value for that? Even the die-hard Glasto Luvvies admitted it was the most lacklustre festival ever.
As for eco credentials, a view from the sky on that last night showed the whole of the festival site lit up like Las Vegas. And the amount of litter and debris left behind could fill a stadium.
Typically of course, the Beeb saw fit to fill our screens with this shite for the whole weekend. Well, they had to justify the alleged 1000 staff they had in attendance there. Meanwhile, more cuts were announced to local BBC stations. I’m sure most listeners would prefer to witness this smugfest once a year rather than enjoy their own regular programmes every night. Especially older folk of course who adore fatso scotch freaks and the like.
I think this whole sad, self-satisfied affair says a lot about the direction of the BBC, our country and where it is all heading.
Nominated by Lord Helpus.
Has anyone told that garden gnome lookalike
Michael (B)eavis that he’s an utterly hideous ugly cunt?
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