Sunday, 26 June 2011


My first thought was, well, she's forgotten her skirt and there's too much wind in her hair. Then I realised Beyonce's performance tonight was intensionally a cross between baptist ministry and triple X porn, sort of Day of Judgement pop. Meanwhile a senior Conservative collapses and dies in the Glastonbury toilets. You couldn't write this, it's real Carl Hiasen. Perhaps he'd suddenly discovered the new society.
However, Beyonce's show did have more than a little Josef Goebels about it. I wonder how many pairs of knickers was she wearing for safety? And why don't the male dancers just go on wearing pants. It's seems unfair they get to wear trousers.

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