We watched the beginning and the end of the Brits last night. It's rubbish isn't it? I'd hardly heard any of the songs, didn't know who anyone was and those I did know made me cringe with embarrassment. Clearly, I'm too old for it. I preferred it when it was the BPI Awards.
I assume the Arctic Monkeys were being ironic in that country squire get up. It's still the case that young bands go up on stage and say sily things/behave badly. Nothing's changed, ever. They still think it's anti-establishment and cool. Newsflash! It's not.
Things have come to a pretty pass when Take That win everything. I'll admit, I thought Patience was great, a true classic, but let's not get carried away. All the other winners seemed to be stage school brats. Still, nice to see the Winehouse on her feet.
What really struck me though, apart from the car-crash Osbournes who were as poor as predicted, the yawn-a-minute Kylie stuff and the screaming moshpit, was how crap Paul McCartney is now.
I can't think of a single TV performance in the last 15 years when I've actually thought he's been any good. Perhaps I'm being picky as I like artists to sound like they do on the songs - there's no room for vamping with me - but he can't reach any of the notes, he practically loses his voice towards the end, and he ALWAYS does the same songs: Dance Tonight (no one wants to hear the new stuff), Live And Let Die (great, but whither Helen Wheels or Maybe I'm Amazed?), and the world's most boring song, Hey Jude. Come on Paul, surely there are other things from your vast repertoire you fancy wheeling out?
Enough Paul, already.
