Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

Dear Royal Variety Performance Organisers,

First of all, sticking Sharon Osbourne into a posh frock and getting her to talk at less of a screech was Not A Good Idea. Mutton dressed as lamb still sounds like mutton. But to do that AND then have Ozzy Osbourne MASSACRE "It's My Life" is an unforgivable sin. I could have sung it better than he did and I'm tone deaf!!!

And what on earth possessed Cliff Richard to massacre his OWN SONGS by jazzing them up and then attempting to "dance" to them?

*whimpers and twitches*

So far (and I didn't see the start of the show, so there may have been other horrors) but so far, the best bit has been The Blue Man Group. And that isn't saying that much. *watches* OK, these athletic gymnast brothers are pretty amazing :) Hunky too :D Shallow, who, meeee?!?

OK, it was worth it to see the Blue Man Group shanghai Joe Pasquale, cover him in blue and pink paint, string him up by his ankles and then slam him into a full size canvas to get a body print. :)

ETA: I wish they'd rig up a mic in the Royal Box. Can you imagine what her Majesty is making of it all?

"Goodness, Cliff again, he has aged well, but I do wish he wouldn't tinker with his tunes. And what is this ghastly din? McFly? Dashed silly name. Ahh, some decent opera! Thank goodness for a bit of class! And we've got Shirley to listen to later! But I tell you, Philip, one has been taking notes about the rest of the rabble here this evening and come our glorious revolution, everyone on one's list is going to one's Tower!"