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January 21, 2015


Lets be honest, this was never about you ... it was about me being allowed to be a bit of a bastard and I'm grateful you let me. I'm not going to comment on your review ... not because it was sickeningly balanced [albeit with some amusing evaluation of Brian May's guitar ability] but because your sister wrote to me and secretly told me you had enjoyed yourself.

Whether you agree with her is immaterial to me, because whether you hated it or loved it, it was one of those situations where I couldn't lose either way.

I'm glad you went. I'm glad your sister loved it and I'm glad I will always be able to say "but you went to see Queen" when you tell me how much you hate them.

A masterful piece of damning with faint praise.

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