Danny Boyle nailed it in so many ways. This was such a British affair and enough to bring on a wave of patriotism - even for me.
The dry humour, realness and self deprecation was evident throughout (unlike the Bejing equivalent when child models were used to mime when singers weren't deemed attractive enough). Punk spirit and socialist values permeated the whole affair, with bold political statements about the NHS (much to the dismay of Tory MP, Aiden Burly, who branded it ‘leftie multicultural crap' - no surprises there) and even a nod to the sex pistols - with the Queen in the house! Her entrance was priceless.
Sign “O†the times - this wouldn't have happened in the 80s. The acid house generation have grown up and those that could be found munted at Shoom, Spectrum, Clinc St, BoysOwn, Sunrise and the Hacienda are now fancy ad agency execs.
In came the marching athletes to a mix of British disco and early progressive house (cue Underworld, ‘Dark & Long'). The only annoying moment was Dizzie Rascal and ‘Bonkers' - reeeeeally???
Cut to the Queen checking her fingernails for dirt when Team GB were on the runway - so perfect it's almost as though Boyle had scripted it this way.