This year's priceless spectacle of smurfery: ministers attired in antiseptic white, waving multi-tiered Ultraman lightstick-popsicles (the spiffiest party-favour ever!) AND nimbly gavotting at the same time. Elsewhere, anal Alice-in-Wonderland allegory wrenched out of perfectly pretty displays. Stirring symbols of racial diversity. Dick Lee adrift high above the crowd in a "Heliosphere". A man scaling an inflatable Everest, vicarious pinnacle-attainment for us all. The dignity of marches-past and military regalia cheapened by tawdry playthings and harlequin glitter.

I love the 80's remix of We Will Get There.