OPINION: Out with the old
I admit I went to see Miley Cyrus at the O2. Whatever rumours exist to the contrary, it was my kids that wanted to go. They badgered me at least once to buy tickets.
I spent the first few tracks ogling a blonde dancer with my daughter's binoculars, and then there was a pause. The music lowered and Hannah, I mean Miley, addressed her adoring fathers. I mean fans.
"This Summer I had to, you know, get away from everything and everyone and do some growing up. So I made a movie called The Last Song'," she husked.
I realised at that point that I'd just been branded.