My body seems to have been intent on grinding me down for the last couple of weeks but, I'm still looking for rainbows. Television supplied a little light relief, this evening, in the form of "The X-Factor"; it's always good to hear the honest and constructive criticism proffered by Simon and, there are some really personable performers. Once it was down to the final two acts ... the telephone vote having put the other ten acts through ... it was so predictable that Sharon and Louis would go for the crass third-rate exhibitionist. Sorry to see 'Addictiv Ladies' go home so soon. The acts I'll be looking out for (and looking forward to) in the coming weeks are Andy, Journey South, Brenda and Chenia although during the auditions my first tip would have been Shayne.
Anyway, immediately X-Factor had finished, we switched over to the chamber operas on BBC4 to hear a whole different kind of singing. Our young friend Graham commented, ref. one of the sopranos ... "I wonder if she'll be going home tonight?" Quite strangely, within a few minutes the character she was playing lay dead. How's that for going home?
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