Ultimate George

How does this place do it? In the span of a year, the planet's most homosexually 'sinful' western pop stars have taken centre stage in this little Gulf nation's entertainment line-up. Justin, Elton, Christina, Celine, Kylie, and now, perhaps most out there of all (glory hole, anyone?... dont worry, the stadium toilets were rife with well-meant jokes) the gayest of all 'mo superstars, bathroom stall Sally, George Michael himself. And for his final show EVER, as well.
A twist I liked, the irony not lost at ALL... was his final song. His swansong. In the absolute monarchy of the UAE: FREEDOM
Don't worry. After seven cans of Heineken, I'd already changed the title lyric, 'freedom', to "democracy", and belted it about the stadium. Oooops.
You think it got a good response? Well, it didn't get a bad one. Because, you see, the crowd, to put it lightly, sucked ass. And not in the good way. Like literally, there were guys standing there, at Mr Michael's last, ultimate, final show, barely moving a disinterested, I'm-only-here-because-my-Nottingham-slag-ho-dragged-me-here, how-fucking-long-is the-cab ride-back-to-Dubai-where-white-people-live-going-to-be, I-wish-I-were-in-this-stadium-watching-football-rather-than-faggy-frivolity, muscle. The crowd should have been dripping with sentimental nostalgia, begging for more and egging on the last gasp of Georgie's career. However, they instead rushed the gates before, get this, even the FIRST encore. Never mind the third, I think it was, which was, (un?)fittingly, Freedom.
Guess you can't pipe in culture, along with an appreciation for it, afterall.
Shit, better retune the city's tourism sights. Will $500million for the Louvre name to put down desert roots really translate into anything really appreciated?
Or... gasp… relevant?
Bedtime. Gotta turn down the nose-running air conditioner first.