She had a wobbly start, and finish, but there were moments when the (plentiful) hairs on my wee pink arms stood to attention during her "semi-final" performance last night.
Susan Boyle had mentioned earlier in the week that she wanted to prove she amounted to more than just a 90 second YouTube hit, and she did that last night. She also nearly reintroduced me to my dinner with her jovial celebratory jiggle (which was mostly aimed at Piers) when she learned her rendition of Memory (you know, off Cats) got her through to the final, but sure we'll leave her off... if she promises to get herself seen to (by a willing participant) preferably before Saturday's final. Although one might find some crazed hip wriggling in Prince Philip's direction most amusing. Seriously though, the sooner she gets herself sorted the better, otherwise we run the risk of seeing the Boyle throwing her leg over whatever furniture might grace the set of the next chat show she's invited on to *brain cowers violently... leaps out of left ear and heads for darkened corner*
When Ant and Dec (AKA the two jammiest bastards on deh telly) asked her how she "coped with the pressure", Boyle replied: "What pressure, I really enjoyed myself, I enjoyed every second. I'd do it again!"
Joining her on Saturday's final is dance troupe Diversity, who won the judges vote after being pitted against wee Natalie Okri. For the purpose of "tense TV" - Piers said Diversity, Amanda obviously went for Natalie, and Simon saved us from falling off the EDGE of our seats by saying.................................................................................................. Diversity. Natalie did not look happy. But I've a feeling she'll be snapped up by Cowell (he'd have little use for a dance troupe, unless he employed the 30+ of them to dance around his house sporting the Cowell masks donned by Faces of Disco) until she's spent by the age of 14.
