Oh. What a great first semi final tonight.
“The whole world’s talking about it.” said the presenters who most wanted/needed “the whole world” to be talking about it.
Anyway, in a travesty of a public vote the woman who isn’t actually all that ugly and certainly isn’t all that good at singing (although she’s quite good) walked off with the public’s vote.
By FAR the best act, “Diversity”, were faced with a shoot out against the grannies’ favourite; the sweet (but rubbish) wee lassie, Natalie Okri.
Common sense ensured that the best act, by far, is in the final.
Julie Neidenko, the Latvian pole dancer, who claims to be a belly dancer, but doesn’t actually belly dance caught my (and Simon’s) eye.
When Darth Jackson took his mask off Ria immediately categorised him as a peado and that Latvian burd as a prossie. (I’d like to say that as author of this blog I do not necessarily subscribe to either of my 14 year old daughter’s views.)
What I do think though is that public nonsense could take a very average singer to surprising levels of success and I’m not in agreement with that. Even if she is Scottish.
Come on Diversity!