All the words, they scattered them like so much trash on the cars and ground. All the history, they left it alone. Judging from the acts, only the last 30 years of British history matter, and those were precisely the years when they were rehearsing the Clockwork Orange, and the degradation of their culture to a circus clown act.
Pink Floyd? When the world is watching? Fashion models? Fatboy Slim, with all the raves he’s encouraged, with all the Ecstacy use that came with it? A completely gray Brian May?
They could have trotted out Stephen Hawking. They could have had an Oxford Don parade.
Yes, I know it was a celebration, but does anyone seriously think that the athletes went there primarily to party? No, they got wild several hours later, listening to very different music.
So why not respect your own culture, your own achievements, while the world is watching? As de facto guardian of British culture–to the minute extent she is able–the Queen made what must have been quite an easy, correct decision.