Well, the good news is that the Olympics closing ceremony was better than the opening ceremony.
It was still a mess of everything thrown together, though. There were nuns on skates, boy bands, old singers, a Monty Python, speeches, dancers, ballet, a cellist, Churchill… it was a right old mess, wasn’t it?
It seems to me that the closing ceremony was not organised by an event manager, because it was out of sequence. It didn’t make sense. How can you go from “One Direction”, which is the most current boy-band, to a wrinkly old guy who had a hit in the 60s, then back up to George Michael and Annie Lennox?
Plus the event started and the party got going, but it kept stopping. Firstly, it stopped for Prince Harry and then for other things like speeches and the athletes’ arrival. Then, it got going again. Mind you, I was pleased that The Queen didn’t have to endure another long event, poor Dear. But, I was surprised that Prince Harry didn’t speak. Oh, well.
And, there were many times when it could have ended, and should have ended. The dying flame could have been the end, but then the ballet began, which was a waste, I felt. Or, it could have ended with Queen doing their rock anthem on stage. Or, when Take That sang Rule The World, which was fantastic. That should have been the end. But, it went on, and on, and on. Finally, it fizzled out with The Who.
The Spice Girls did well, though. I liked George Michael, except that he went on to perform a track from his album, to launch next week. What an advert! This, from a man who said he has enough money and doesn’t want any more. So, why advertise his next album in front of a billion people, then?
I would think the closing ceremony was organised by film producers and concert organisers. It needed structure. It needed an event manager. It was great, but not as great as it could have been.
Let’s be honest – the best performer of the night was Freddie Mercury. It just goes to prove that death is not the end. It goes on, and on, and on…