The Snook and I walked to work together this morning. About five minutes after we split at Liverpool Street, I had a phone call from him.
Me: What is it?
Him: Idol sighting!
Me: No way! Who?
Him: All of ’em! I think they must be staying around here.
Me: What were they doing?
Him: I dunno, going to breakfast probably. I saw the Jazz Man; he was wearing a hat and sunglasses but he wears those on TV so I recognised him. And then I saw this little girl, and I was like, there’s another one! So I looked around and then I saw Bad Haircut going up the street.
Me: Nice one.
For what’s it worth, I want Natalie to win. Holden’s pulling out all the stops for a Matt Corby landslide though…
crumpet
November 12, 2007 — 10:36 am
I love Natalie. I’m sure I’ve bought falafels from her in the past at the diner her family owns. It took me a while to warm up to Matt (I had to get rid of my preconceived notions about him just being a teenage pretty boy), but I really like him now as well. I’d be happy for either of them to win, and think they’ll both do well for themselves regardless. Carl icks me out a bit. He has got much, much better, but up until recently I couldn’t watch his performances at all.