I have a strict policy of never watching anything on TV that might involve Fearne Cotton or Chris Moyles in any way. As I knew The Cotton-Beast would be helming some of it, and that Moyles might pop up at any time, like an unwelcome fart in a confessional box, I didn't watch any of it. Whilst this is not necessarily good for a blog, it's excellent for my spiritual well-being.
I also usually find TV coverage of live music events strangely unpleasant. True, it's better than being in the throng, being crushed by thousands of sweaty, pissed-up punters, there's very little mud invoved and you get a great view of the band, but it rarely works for me. Much like porn, you get a close-up view of what's happening, but you don't get any of the experience. And much like porn, when it's finished, you usually feel a bit tired and cheated.
I'm told Pulp were ace, U2 were dull and Coldplay were quite good. If you want more detail, go and read Alexis Petridis' article in today's Guardian which is very informative and well put-together (the opposite of Fearne Cotton, in fact).
No Rating as I didn't watch it. But you already know that.
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