I’m afraid to say that, after watching The One Show this evening, my attitude to the pararchestra has changed completely. Unlike Lyn, I could forgive them True Colours; while it was a bit saccharine, it sort of fitted the post paralympic moment. After the awesomeness of the Paralympic Closing ceremony I was prepared to let things slide. Yet this evening, having watched them perform something so sickly I almost wanted to vomit, I thank smeg Lyn withdrew when she did. The group is capable of greatness – the closing ceremony is proof of that, and being there to watch it remains one of the proudest moments of my life. Yet now they do twee, feel good stuff with no artistic merit, usually alongside a bunch of nauseating kids. This evening they were used as little more than stage dressing, needed to sit at the back and look good while a load of school kids sang. They were used more as tokens than as musicians in their own right. Of course, I can only go by what I’ve seen, and they may have done better, untelevised stuff; but, judging by what I saw this evening, Hazlewood is allowing his once mighty creation to be turned into something abominable.