It's not a candle, it's a lighthouse

Elton John.
Walkng past the telescreen the other day(I try not to watch it), when I see Elton John shamelessly promoting his televised birthday bash in New York or London or somewhere.
I shook my head in disbelief. Here is man who has gone to some producer and said 'Pay for my birthday party, televise it and invite a loads of celebrities. You get good TV, I get a free birthday party and loads of free publicity. Every celeb you invite will come, so as to assert their A-list status.'
And the dupes agreed...

This man has no shame.

But come, we already knew that.

Let my tell you a story.
Back in 1997, I finished work at aout 4 AM. It was a summer job and worked for a local hotel. I tuned on the TV expecting Beavis and Butthead, and got the tale end of some story about a car crash. No Beavis laughs tonight.
Perplexed, but not interested, I went to bed.

Next day I heard the news.
What interested me most was that The Sun, who If I remember right had a headline that week before centred on the Dodi, Do Di, pun, was now running a black banner.

The nation went mad for a fortnight and I just cringed in shame. I now saw how Blair had got his landslide.

At that time, any sense of patriotism died within me. I felt ashamed to be a part of such a twisted nation of hypocrites.

And to see Elton milking this bizarre bout of 'guilt about being tabloid reader's' hysteria, was not pleasant. Yes mate, you sold a lot of copies of your revised 'Candle in the wind'.

How the Queen knighted you for stiching her up like that, I'll never know. She must have gritted her teeth as she said 'Arise, Sir Elton.'

Not impressed with your life philosophy there, mate.