Oh No! Hey Jude!

I couldn't sleep today, so I finally got out of bed and switched the television back on again. It was the night of the opening ceremonies of the Olympics. When I had gone to bed for my not - sleep some idiot woman had been singing a vague song. When the tele came on again, an idiot woman was singing a vague song. 


An athlete who had won a medal three generations ago, a self important referee and a half wit who looked like one of Danny Boyle's drinking buddies but was masquerading as a coach all took turns to take meaningless oaths obo all other athletes, self important referees and half wit coaches. 

I felt for the audience. Three hours of British agricultural history, odes to the NHS by kids jumping on beds, Kenneth Branagh as an industrialist, a man in a white track suit carrying the flame who could have lit the olympic flame and gotten it all over and done with after its 

12,800 mile (!) journey, but who then gave the flame to a bunch of Olympic Jugend kids in black track suits who ran for all of 100 metres and were then given intense hugs by adults in white track suits as thanks for having run 100 metres without protest and they then finally lit the flame.

Paul McCartney is playing Hey Jude. Why is it that every public event since Live Aid in 1985 seems to feature Paul McCartney singing Hey Jude? In case you think I am alone in cringing at the sight and sound of Paul McCartney doing a bad rendition of a very good song, read an alternative view at http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2181373/Olympics-2012-opening-ceremony-Paul-McCartney-I-revere-time-let-be.html

I'm not hugely hung up on conducting protests etc, but witnessing this amazing waste of money who's highlight for me was 20 seconds of Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, does make you wonder what alternative use that money could have been out to. 

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