Then, after an intermezzo with some insignificant Yankee singing some Robin Hood-related sentimentality, Queen came on. We Will Rock You was OK - but... who on Earth was that twit they had for lead soloist on We Are the Champions? He looked, and sounded, and acted, like a boyband-member. Yech! Then there was Bohemian Rhapsody (beautiful, wondrous composition - a work of genius). For this song, there was a much, much better replacement for Freddie Mercury - I don't know who he was, but he had an appearance which was not a copy of Freddie, but it fit the song, and it fit the image I have of Queen in my head - it was wild enough. He sang well too, without having that annoying sort of boyband-slickness to him. It was sadly apparent, however, that the people doing the sound-mix, and who were supposed to be turning microphones on and off at the right times, had a big timing-problem. They were repeatedly several seconds late, meaning that when two persons switched back and forth singing alternate verses in a song, the first line or two sung after a switch couldn't be heard at all. The balance between singers and instruments wasn't always good either - it isn't good when singers are almost drowned out by the musicians.
Annie Lennox isn't bad, I guess. I have a fairly indifferent attitude to her and Eurythmics generally, although I adored No More "I Love You"s. That one wasn't on the programme, however.
Following this came Cliff Richard, introduced as "The King". :: unsuccessfully tries to camouflage fit of laughter as fit of coughing ::. Cliff Richard is definitely no favourite of mine - and as for the introducing comment by the conferancier about Cliff's lack of wrinkles following five decades in the business, I must admit I suspect US plastic chirurgeons for having a bit to do with that. And the clothes! White lounge-suite, with yellow-, pink- and white-striped shirt with white tie!
I will not comment on S Club 7, nor will I comment on the fact that they, Mr Richard, and Queen actually performed together.
The last artist in this part of the recording was Ozzy Osbourne. I don't normally like that kind of music, but in this context it was actually quite fun. He certainly had the audience with him - but he threw me a bit when he left the stage, shouting "God bless you!". I mean, he was introduced to the stage as "The Prince of Darkness" - surely a prince of darkness does not go 'round shouting "God bless!"? i'll admit to having had a short mental image of Voldemort showing up for Sunday Church Tea every Sunday, crocheting small round tableclothes sold next Sunday to help finance the Greater Hangleton Church Ladies' School-children's Poetry Competition.