The weather was bad enough, but the BBC compounded an uncomfortable Royal progress with a team of rookie presenters some of whom were so raw you could have caught salmonella just from looking at them.
I have worked in and with the BBC long enough to know that events are scaled by priority. This one was obviously so low that all leading presenters were given the week off and the public were fobbed off with pretty faces and vapid remarks.
I didn’t catch the name of the exec producer. He or she should be carpeted by top brass this week – and I don’t mean red carpet. This was a shambles, a travesty of one of those things the BBC ought to do best. A washout, in plain English.
As for the music, it fell prey to bad planning. Why was there no Plan B when the heavens opened? What we saw was a soaked chorus of college students on deck and, below, an orchestra whose name the presenters could not get right. Oh, for heaven’s sake…. this was amateurs’ afternoon.
Here’s footage without commentary: