Apart from "Drain Trader", possibly the last place I would have expected to see a review of the Spice Girls' comeback tour is in the Financial Times. But here it is, composed by someone rejoicing in the decidely unpoptastic name of Ludovic Hunter-Tilney. Double-barrelled he may be, but spiced up he certainly ain't.
"...their glittery set left me feeling empty. In spite of the flashiness and energy, it lacked life."
Going on to describe each of them as "differently bad", he reserves his barbiest barb for Posh:
"Victoria Beckham, skeletal in voice and body, was cheered each time she sang. Perhaps intended as sisterly solidarity by fans, or appreciation of her will to fame, the cheers had the happy effect of drowning Posh out."
What with this and a weekend story suggesting the sub-prime mortgage crisis has parallels with the Harry Potter stories, it looks as if the FT is scrambling for a younger demographic.
What next, I wonder? A campaign to bring back the Teletubbies?
"...their glittery set left me feeling empty. In spite of the flashiness and energy, it lacked life."
Going on to describe each of them as "differently bad", he reserves his barbiest barb for Posh:
"Victoria Beckham, skeletal in voice and body, was cheered each time she sang. Perhaps intended as sisterly solidarity by fans, or appreciation of her will to fame, the cheers had the happy effect of drowning Posh out."
What with this and a weekend story suggesting the sub-prime mortgage crisis has parallels with the Harry Potter stories, it looks as if the FT is scrambling for a younger demographic.
What next, I wonder? A campaign to bring back the Teletubbies?
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