History doesn’t record George Formby rising out of a neon window cleaner’s bucket to perform at the coronation of Elizabeth II in 1952, but those were different times. Recent royal concerts have been brain scrambling barrages of random entertainment seemingly thrown together to distract from the ludicrousness of the institution itself.
This weekend, the nation squandered a month of electricity ration watching £250 million get blown covering a man in gold in the presence of Nick Cave, a spaced-out Ant and Dec and Penny Mordaunt done up like a 25th Century warrior princess. Want to make this look even remotely reasonable? Parachute in Katy Perry.
