So glad to see The Times maintaining its restraint and composure amidst a sea of emotion.
Then the music and the mood gradually found their rhythm and, in a break between acts, a shaggy-haired prophet emerged from the jungle of giant amplifiers.
Dressed all in white with a black cap, Mahatma Geldof shuffled forward. “Hello,” he said. “Thanks for coming. It would have been a bit crap if nobody had showed up.”