The Madonna Debacle

I don't actually know which touring company is responsible for bringing that withered, soulless old hag Madonna to our shores to perform a series of embarrassing shit, um, concerts, but whoever had that bright idea, and whoever green-lit and rubber-stamped, enjoy filling out Centrelink forms because you're probably going to end up sacked.  This is undoubtedly not fair as you probably couldn't foresee the utter fuckwittedness of what has transpired on stage, but when there are angry fans demanding refunds, and what is constituted to be sexual assault in this country, then someone's flung a bloody huge turd into the fan and you might want to duck from the flying flecks.

Keeping the fans waiting for three hours is unforgiveable.  Unless weather conditions have rendered your transport useless, then there is no excuse.  Not once, but TWICE!!!  A friend of mine is going to Madonna's concert in Sydney.  I hope she's packed some dinner to sustain her during the interminable period between walking into the venue and when the old crone actually gets on the stage.

Seriously, getting a fan on stage and tugging at the bottom of her top, which is strapless, thus exposing the breast?  I'm not sure if this fan was a 'plant', but if not, then that's sexual assault!  At the time of typing this post, the concert-goer has not laid charges, but let me just say had it been me whose shirt she had pulled down, there would probably be charges against ME as the creature calls upon her acolytes to look for her missing teeth.

I'm just waiting for the spin doctors to release a statement explaining old Madge didn't anticipate the top coming down. This will be yet another pitiful attempt to piss down everybody's leg and explain it as rain.  Given her wardrobe over the years has consisted of bustiers and corsets, she must know they are susceptible to gravity and outside forces such as a moron tugging on the hem in a downward motion.

And as usual, I cannot help but think the silly stunts, the shitty costumes, the taking to the stage only just prior to the date changing, is all a ruse and red herring to detract from the crappy songs.

This whole debacle could not be a bigger train wreck, even if the Granville Bridge collapsed on it.