Thursday September 13th: Gordon, you're an idiot. Guess who came to tea today? That's right. The Guardian reports that after hearing her name mentioned from her crypt, Thatcher The Everliving transformed herself from her decaying form and flew down to Number 10 to meet with the Prime Minister. Politically it's a smart move, as Gordon is showing he can appeal to everyone, not just Labour voters. Just like General Zod in Superman 2. Was there no easier way to show cross party solidarity? Couldn't you have just smoked a zoot with Dave in Trafalgar Square?
Political analysts would tell you that this is a bold move designed to galvanise the electorate and show Thatcher's lack of support for Diet Blair reh, reh, reh, but they're paid to do that sort of thing.
Me, I'm just in it for The Rage.
And the concert tickets.
I'm not sugarcoating anything.
I don't like Thatcher. Never have, never will. She fucked them all over in the past. Miners, Falklanders, people who didn't want to pay exorbitant amounts of tax. Pretty much anyone who wasn't rich (when I say "rich" I mean 'Chilean dictator rich', not just 'nice house rich' ) got it from her at one point or another. And don't forget her arms dealing fuck of a husband. Or her coup-plotting fuck of a son.
Add to that the referendum vote, which is looking more and more like happening and the foot and mouth outbreak, and it seems like Gordon is bringing it on himself now.
That photo op combined with the fact that Prince hinted that he could yet incorporate Get Off (That's my TUNE!) into the set last night, put Gordon well and truly on the back foot.
More treats have been emerging during the main arena setlists. While aftershow punters are often treated to Sly And The Family Stone and Stevie Wonder joints, we mostly get songs penned by the man, himself with a few exceptions. Continuing with his penchant for covering songs by British bands We Will Rock You by Queen has opened at least one show so far. Shelby J has also been having her way with the classic Sade joint, Cherish The Day. Now, where is Sade? I heard she was living over here again, surely you would have thought Prince could have his people "bring" her. Anyone who has seen her perform in person or checked Lovers Live on DVD will testify to the fact that she is a beast in concert. That would have been one mean jam...
But I digress...
Prince has also slipped Mountains into his set and he's still teasing crowds with Pop Life and Sign O' The Times (He only made it to the end of the first verse on the 24th). I'm hoping this is paving the way for a monster set on the 21st, but the man is a musical maverick so for the sake of being contrary, he could very well end up sitting cross legged, in the middle of the stage, leading the crowd in a chorus of Kumba-Yaa for 2 and a half hours.
The O2 have already begun to think of ways to top this 21 date epic and they've come up with a pretty good one. Get Led Zeppelin to reunite for a single gig. I heard that tickets - at £125 a pop are being issued by raffle at a maximum of 2 per household. Bwooooooy. Dame Lucy is lucky I'm not a Led Zep head, otherwise I would have had her under pressure...
Oh and just to prove I'm not bitter - well done to the England team for beating the titans of Russia yesterday. The interview that Steven Gerrard gave to The Daily Star this week, literally made me scream at the paper as I read the words, "This is the best England Team Ever" once again. Some people never learn...
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