Late Night Rather Than Last Night
I could think of nothing more frightful than sitting through the Last Night of the Proms. It must have once been a charming event, a letting-off of steam after a long season of concerts. Now it’s a parody, all those stamping sea shanties, all that flag waving colonial nonsense – of course it’s an important part of our heritage but it was hijacked long ago by braying businessmen on corporate outings. Are there even any normal seats sold? Presumably it’s attended by the same Ukippers who intersect with fans of ‘Abba – The Experience’.
The proms themselves, especially the late night ones, are far more exciting and a culturally mixed bag, especially with the inclusion of the frankly awesome British singer Laura Mvula, doing her stuff here.