If Elvis had re-emerged from the dead and crawled onto the stage in a wedding dress singing Like A Virgin, they would have been like "meh."
Instead on X-Factor we were witness to Britney's comeback.
Of course the media completely talked the whole thing down. I think it may have been one of the tabloids that described it as the greatest reappearance since Jesus.
You can always rely on the newspapers to keep things in context.
Finally at around 10.20pm last night on ITV1 this cataclysmic event happened.
Doormat O'Laundret could barely contain himself as he announced that now it was time for Ba-rit-neee.
The sound system groaned under the over-used strains of Carmina Burana, fireworks burst and big flashy silver graphics alerted us to Ba-rit-nee's various successes.
"One and a quarter billion albums sold", "more than 85 number 1 hit singles" and "972 grammy awards won".
Curiously the "27 bottles of OxyContin necked in a single sitting" fact seemed to have been forgotten.
Then from behind a massive un-ironed sheet Ba-rit-nee appeared. The crowd went wild and in a thousand living rooms across Britain squadrons of young gay men let out a small wee.
For the next 3-odd minutes Ba-rit-nee stomped around the stage, flinging her hair about and miming badly to a song which seemed to only have two words.
You. Womaniser. You you you you. Womaniser. Womaniser. Womaniser. You. Womaniser. You You Womaniser.
(Here in England we spell it with an s)
Suddenly Ba-rit-nee was standing with her hands in the air as some dancer lay on the floor and the song was over.
O'Laundromat then bounded on to ask the Ms Spears a few questions.
"Do you have any advice for our X-Factor contestants?", he enquired.
"Yeah, just keep going", replied Ba-rit.
(Read: Fuck off, I don't know who you are - I don't have a goddam clue what this show is about because I've spent the last few hours in my suite at the Dorchester with the TV off.)
Before she could leave the stage it seemed that everyone on earth was united in their verdict; a truly astonishing performance by the world's greatest-ever singer of the best song ever written.
Suddenly I felt like the little boy who pointed at the naked emperor.
If that was the greatest comeback performance by one of the best performers in the world than either:
a/ the whole world has gone mad or
b/ I'm getting too old for that sort of thing.