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SURE, NO TITS: BUT NO TRAFFIC SPIKE EITHER: Huh... call that a half-time show? The 39th Superbowl trotted by in polite style - Alicia Keys' pre-show America The Beautiful (in what, for a proper FA Cup, would have been the 'Ed Stewart leads the crowd in 'I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles' slot) was a curious tribute to Ray Charles - totally, totally, without heart or soul; McCartney at half-time wasn't really a patch on his Glatonbury set.
We did feel a bit sorry for Macca, though, as at the press conference promoting his appearance at half-time, he'd prepared a small joke ("there won't be any wardrobe malfunction, as I'm going to be naked") but he got to the middle of the sentence, left a perfectly timed pause, only for some journalist to jump over the punchline with a question.
Anyway, if you're keeping track: Drive My Car; Live And Let Die (its "ever changing world in which we're living", can we now move on?); Hey Jude and Get Back.
Monday, February 07, 2005
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