Cath and I (and baby to be) spent last weekend down at our caravan at Gwalia Falls in Tresaith. And, shock horror, we had a rain-free day on Saturday. Admittedly, heavy showers were scattered through Sunday, but given the recent weather, I’ll take 1½ dry days out of 2. Global warming must be cooling off (except in Hull-under-Humber of course).
That was probably due to the collective efforts at Live Earth, the televised concert held at Wem-ber-ley Stadium on Saturday. Didn’t see all of it thankfully, but these are my thoughts on what I did see:
Genesis needn’t have bothered reforming. Uninterested-looking, the only issue of note was cuddly Phil Collins saying “f**k” on BBC1 on Saturday afternoon. Of course, he is part of Ray’s “axis of evil” – Collins, Hucknell and Williams.
Simon le Bon asked the audience “hands up all those who didn’t come here by private plane?” and then raised his own hand. What a hypocritical ass. What about the hundreds of other private flights you've done this year, eejit?
Madonna’s eco-dirge was truly appalling.
Terrance Stamp’s ordered the stadium to turn the lights out. Well, as many as health and safety would allow. A wonderful piece of tokenism.
The Foo Fighters were by a country mile the best turn of the afternoon. Dave Grohl looked like he actually cared, as opposed to the majority of others who seemed to be going through the motions.
