Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 2 July 2014
The Glastonbury casualties are slowly drifting back into town, and - statistically - one or two will stay for a few years longer than they originally intended.
There was some disappointing news yesterday, and I am not talking about Rolf Harris, the erstwhile Glastonbury headliner.
The ugly rumour (no, not Tony Blair either) is that Dolly Parton was miming all her vocals, except for the worst one - the song about the mud. I think it was called 'Mud', and I have to say that it was the only one which actually sounded live.
Of course, we all knew that she wasn't actually playing those instruments slung round her neck for the briefest of solos, but - apparently - people at the very front were able to detect the difference between the sound from the monitors and the sound from the speakers.
All that running up and down the huge stage left Dolly pretty breathless (not breastless) when she talked between numbers, and I was highly impressed at how she could hit and sustain all the long notes as she sang.
Every one knew that Madonna was not actually singing when she threw herself about the stage like the trained athlete she was - she would have had to be superhuman to do that, plus everything else at the same time.
Maybe it is ungentlemanly of me to even mention it, especially since Dolly is now 68 years old, but if Debby Harry could do it at 70, then I think that Dolly might have been able to at least give it a try - mud or no mud.
Let's see what she has to say about it. I'm waiting, Dolly.