So. It’s a Sharks v Jets final.
Susan Boyle has burned her boats by becoming cocky.
It’s all about Diversity versus Flawless and my money is very firmly on Diversity.
Nothing else has a chance.
Their acts may be almost identical but Diversity have got the kids man. And they ain’t afraid to use them.
When brainwashed common-sense-dodgers like these start firing nuclear weapons we need to stand back and take a view. I mean, if you walked to the shops like this you’d be straight into therapy.
I am a big fan of The Ingleby Gallery, hidden away behind Waverley Station on Calton Road. It’s new, it’s creative and it shows extraordinary work that I’ve commented on before in my blog. Last week I popped in to check out this remarkable exhibition by Francesca Woodman.
An American photographer from Denver, she committed suicide, in 1981 at the age of 22.
Her work is intensely personal and much of it is self-portraiture. It’s mainly female nudes (many of them her) that shows how much she must have loathed herself as few, if any, show her face in a good light.
The prints are small and Silver Gelatin – I think – (as you’ll be familiar with if you saw Ansell Adams’ show in Edinburgh last year)